The following may not actually be the words of Chief Seattle but the sentiments, at least, are good and true and say it all (whether applied to our heritage, its material products, or to the forests, seas and sky).
How can you buy or sell the sky, the warmth of 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?... This shining water that moves in the streams and the rivers is not just water but the blood of our ancestors. If we sell you our land, you must remember that it is sacred, and you must teach your children that it is sacred and that each ghostly reflection in the clear water of the lakes tells the events and memories of my people. The water's murmur is the voice of my father's father.
Take note Tarmac... and your ilk.