And I think over again my small adventures
When 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 I had to get and to reach.
And yet there is just one Great Thing,
The only thing – to live and to see
In huts and on journeys
The great day that dawns,
And the Light that fills the world.
— Traditional Eskimo Song