Quote by Chief Seattle

Whatever befalls the earth befalls the son of the earth. Man did not weave the web of life; he is merely a strand of it. Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself.

Whatever befalls the earth befalls the son of the earth. Man

Summary

This quote suggests that humans are interconnected with nature and the world around them. It emphasizes that whatever happens to the earth affects humanity as well, as humans are not separate from the natural world but an integral part of it. The quote further emphasizes that humans should recognize their role in the intricate web of life and understand that any harm they cause to the environment will ultimately harm themselves. Thus, it highlights the importance of realizing our interconnectedness with the natural world and promoting responsible and sustainable actions.

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Spirituality

By Chief Seattle

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