They were shaken, but not shackled, by the wind.
The wind was a wild wind. It had never even heard of a gentle breeze. They weren’t related. A Chihuahua (Chihuahueño) chiawawa chia seed wawa pedal puppy and mad timber wolf have more in common.
Adair and her parents, ravaged by the raging wind, enter the bus station. WWWhhhooohshssh… Silence. The violent wind is erased– it has vanished, as if it has never been. The armory-like bus station makes the wind go away. Bad boy. Down! Down boy, down!
Spend the night in your dog house, restrained on a choke chain.
It is true silence can be deafening. Adair and her parents are deaf– dumb and blind?– in the loneliness of the loneliness of the station, a way station, and it weighed on them, heavily.
Against their ear drums, “it” weighed heavily. Definitely, the bus station needed to be “depressurized”.
Were the Nebraska aboriginals left outside? Yes, in a manner of speaking, they were.
“How can you buy or sell the sky? The land? The idea is strange to us. If we do not own the freshness of the air and the sparkle of the water, how can you buy them? Every part of this earth is sacred to my people. Every shining pine needle, every sandy shore, every mist in the dark woods, every meadow, every humming insect. All are holy in the memory and experience of my people….
“If we sell you our land, remember that the air is precious to us, that the air shares its spirit with all the life it supports. The wind that gave our grandfather his first breath also received his last sigh. The wind also gives our children the spirit of life. So if we sell you our land, you must keep it apart and sacred, a place where man can go to taste the wind that is sweetened by the meadow flowers.”
— Chief Seattle, as quoted in Al Gore’s book, Earth in Balance: Ecology and the Human Spirit, as quoted in William S. Abruzzi’s paper, The Myth of Chief Seattle.
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