saw el sendero de la anaconda last night. the tenacity of indigenous people amazes and inspires us. they're the voice of the voiceless in a wilderness of the built world. they're the tears and the aspiration of sentient life, the breath, and the voice, of earth. 
when you see the vast tracts of land laid waste by mining, and the toxic dumps of nuclear waste, the expansion of plastic empire, it's hard to imagine, but life continues somehow. it's not technology that is the ultimate expression of humankind, but the abiding and enduring patient renewal of nature that made all our desperate technologies possible. they say the destruction of indigenous lands and people is as inevitable as our technology mandates, but earth says otherwise.