Monday, May 31, 2010

Walking. The art of Walking, with regard to man being a part of nature and not civil society. Man, to have four hours a day to just saunter, what kind of life would that be? Now, I can fly fish for four hours and never know where the time has passed to. I suspect that I have fallen into that group of the "faint hearted walkers," where my daily "expeditions" do take me eventually "back to my hearth" and half the journey is retraced. I do need to say that I do enjoy the "walk" that I take on the way to work, noticing things along the way. (I drive actually, and that is my "walk" for the time being.) I can't totally forget about the business of driving/walking as I might end up in the back end of some earth-hauling truck, or worse, create some new pathway after my vehicle left the road because my mind was "walking." One can't afford to walk that way. The truth is, my opinion, we really are a society (world) caught up in the business of getting, or going. We have become human doings instead of human beings. We do so that we might get, so that we might be happy, peaceful, whatever. I've learned that we need to "be" first, so that we might "do" right by who we are, and then we "have" the happiness and joy we were seeking. I liked this bit of humor from Thoreau: ". . . Mechanics and shop-keepers stay in their shops not only all the forenoon, but all the afternoon too, sitting with crossed legs, so many of them -- as if the legs were made to sit upon, and not to stand or walk upon -- I think they deserve some credit for not having all committed suicide long ago..." Perhaps walking is the panacea for all that ails society. If we walked, there would be no need for automobiles, gas, oil, tires, monthly payments, building and repairing roads, highway patrolmen, etc. That's just a short list. By the way, I am not a fan of Al Gore, and for those of you who are, more power to you. I believe we must take care of the world, but I believe that Mr. Gore and his friends are getting rich off of having stirred the "green" pot. So, I guess I am like the camel in that I find satisfaction in my ruminations while walking/driving. It is a time of peace for me; no music, no noise, no phone calls. Just silence, and the chance to slow my brain down and let it ruminate.

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