Tonight, as Twilight set in, I quietly watched the offshore rains pour down into the Ocean. Beautiful K ā ne embracing his brother, Kanaloa, trying to cleanse and wash away some of the hewa, 'eha and kaumaha floating around our islands lately. I quietly reflected upon the wise saying, or 'Ōlelo No'eau, about the power of words. I ka 'Ōlelo, no ke Ola, i ka Ōlelo, no ka Make. In the Word, there is Life. In the Word, there is Death. I remembered, somberly, a true example of this. Years ago, we had a very contentious burial case with a somewhat arrogant landowner, and an incensed burial council. There was much consternation and many arguments. One site visit in particular, ended in a shouting match between the landowner and the council chair. The black words were released into the air and couldn't be taken back. It all had to do with a landowner's perceived rights to do what he wanted with his land and the rights of the ancestors to rest, undisturbed, in their...