Perfect gift is like the blood pumped through its vessels by the heart. Our blood is a thing that distributes the breath throughout the body, a liquid that flows when it carries the inner air and hardens when it meets the outer air, a substance that moves freely to every part but is nonetheless contained, a healer that goes without restraint to any needy place in the body. It moves under pressure--the "obligation to return" that fascinated Marcel Mauss--and inside its vessels the blood, the gift, is neither bought nor sold and it comes back forever.
Sunday, February 3, 2008
It comes back forever
From The Gift by Lewis Hyde:
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