In Danish writer Peter Freuchen’s,  Book of the Eskimo, Freuchen tells how one day,after coming home hungry from an unsuccessful walrus-hunting expedition,

he found one of the successful hunters dropping off several hundred pounds of meat.

He thanked him profusely.

The man objected indignantly:

“Up in our country we are human!” said the hunter. “And since we are human we help each other.

We don’t like to hear anybody say 'thanks' for that.

What I get today you may get tomorrow.

Up here we say that by gifts one makes slaves and by whips one makes dogs.”

 

Told by: Graeber, David. Debt: The First 5,000 Years 

I PRAY FOR THIS

We are slaves of each other

 

slaves of the beauty we see

 

prisoners of the pleasure we feel

 

 

Like two ships drifting on an endless sea

 

we bumped into each other

 

while we were sleeping

 

 

I have no idea who you are

 

I have no idea of who I am

 

 

 

What can one pray for in this situation ?

 

That it go on forever?

 

That would not be trusting at all

 

That we be always happy?

 

            Who knows what feelings must enter into this play?

 

 

We are not in charge

 

We did not create this moment

 

We cannot create the future

 

Not certainly, absolutely, finally

 

 

We are slaves of another

 

living in  a universe without end

 

in a place we cannot fathom

 

 

Our hearts are heavy

 

with feelings of awesome subjection

 

 

We weep in our happiness

 

We cry in our joy

 

We sing and make up poetry

 

We dance and make love

 

 

I look at you and have faith

 

in God and Ignorance

 

Love shines in your eyes  and fills my heart

 

I love you

 

I am a slave of love

 

I pray for this