I have three living children for whom this is a father who I want them to love and on whom they're going to have to rely if my disease takes a bad turn. ↗
The desire for possession is insatiable, to such a point that it can survive even love itself. To love, therefore, is to sterilize the person one loves. ↗
Is it wrong for me to love my own? Is it wicked for me because my skin is red? Because I am Sioux? Because I was born where my father lived? Because I would die for my people and my country? ↗