And I thought over again

My small adventures

As with a shore-wind I drifted out

In my kayak

And thought I was in danger

My fears

Those small ones

That I thought so big

For all the vital things

I had to get and reach.

And yet, there is only

One great thing,

The only thing:

To live to see in huts and on journeys

The great day that dawns,

and the light that fills the world.

Inuit Song