And I thought over again
My small adventure
As with a shore-wind I drifted out
In my kayak
And I 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 to reach

And yet, there is only
One great thing,
The only thing:
To live to see in huts and on journeys
The great light that dawns
And the light that fills the world.

That came from a great book called "The Unwritten Song - Poetry of the Primitive and Traditional Peoples of the World" edited by Willard R. Trask. This particular song comes from Canadian Inuit - "Copper Eskimo - Victoria Island; Kent Peninsula; Bernard Hrbour", and was apparently taken down and translated back in the Twenties.

I think stuck it in there as a reminder that a sense of proportion in these matters is not a bad idea, and I feel this song sums that up pretty well.

I still feel that way. There are some things that really are matters of life and death, and this isn't one of them.