Too Late?

If it is not too late already, and as far as I can tell it is, but I have been wrong before, and hopefully I am again: I think, as opposed to believe, that our best chances of surviving as a species, and perhaps even, if we are lucky, any kind of shared human sense of culture - with dignity - , is to look to Original Peoples and their social and environmental grace for redemption of our relationship with Mother Nature. It would be an unimaginable twist. On a planet, now bound in barbed wire and plastic, rising raped, and screaming – at least to our ears - if there are any peoples with any sense of perseverance and grace in the face of genocide, plagues, disasters, discrimination and near extinctions, these teachers exist in the specked isolated islands of thrashed but surviving indigenous. To return to that kind of respect and diverse inclusiveness of what is right – and what is wrong – to beg that pill in the presence of the nature of place, and the downtrodden, what a remorseful and bitter taste that would be. So, we don't stand a chance . . . Do we?