“The world is as you dream it, ” he said at last.

“Your people dreamed of huge factories, tall buildings, as many cars as there are raindrops in this river. Now you begin to see that your dream is a nightmare.” He bent to pick up a stone.

“The problem is your country is like this pebble.” He threw it far out into the river.

“Everything you do ripples across the Mother.

“How can I change, Don Alberto? How can my people change this terrible situation we’ve created?”

“That’s simple,” he replied. “All you have to do is change the dream.” It sounded so easy

“How long will it take?” He glanced once more down the river.

“It can be accomplished in a generation. You need only plant a different seed, teach your children to dream new dreams.”

Numi, Shuar Shaman