Being I hope as dear to her as she is to me, Ms Harmony S. shares work and ideas with me when she feels like it. This is how I got to meet in bungalows on the Sabarmati, villas on the Bombay seaside, two of her (you have to believe it when I say it) contemporaries, in the person of Mohandas K. Gandhi and Behramji Malabari. They happen to share an idea among others that was always one of the pivotal concepts in my life, j'ai nommé 'walking'. When you are in the company of such figures along with David Henri Thoreau, Walter Benjamin, and surrealists poets like André Breton or Louis Aragon, you are bound to find something worthy of a blog post at least, even when you are a worm surrounded by those stars (may I count the protagonist in the beginning of this post? Yes). Though all political, my mind has been set mainly on our two friends from Gujarat, the sense of walking being inherent to their struggle for the liberation of a nation of nearly a billion then. Impressive hey? Still, my question is a little more profound that the one that just precedes.
What were Malabari and Gandhi most afraid of if not themselves? They knew that oppression and violence have little, if not nothing, to do with sheer evilness, rather with losing consciousness, becoming deaf and blind. The world, the people, sing perpetually and you can perceive this song more or less briefly when witnessing an injustice, but as in a balloon, you lose tracks of this Song, of those prints, when you take off again, try and set your eyes on the horizon. It desperately and fatally escapes from you as soon as you do not hear the Song.
What is walking? The most basic unit of transportation. The closest way to the ground, for us tall primates, to people, to the Song. Boarding on anything is the best way to lose consciousness and replace your perceptions by the ones of the machine. You ARE a car when in a car, you ARE a train when in a train. Thinking what is car or trainwise.
It is a brilliant coincidence that at the same time as these walkers walked, Albert Einstein developed his theories, a part of which being that time depends on your speed, in other terms, that you become your speed, that is your mean of transportation.
Walking is the only (or at least the closest, you still have to take care of rocks, branches, and water) way not to be your mean of transportation.
Needs development, but I like this last sentence, thank you.
What were Malabari and Gandhi most afraid of if not themselves? They knew that oppression and violence have little, if not nothing, to do with sheer evilness, rather with losing consciousness, becoming deaf and blind. The world, the people, sing perpetually and you can perceive this song more or less briefly when witnessing an injustice, but as in a balloon, you lose tracks of this Song, of those prints, when you take off again, try and set your eyes on the horizon. It desperately and fatally escapes from you as soon as you do not hear the Song.
What is walking? The most basic unit of transportation. The closest way to the ground, for us tall primates, to people, to the Song. Boarding on anything is the best way to lose consciousness and replace your perceptions by the ones of the machine. You ARE a car when in a car, you ARE a train when in a train. Thinking what is car or trainwise.
It is a brilliant coincidence that at the same time as these walkers walked, Albert Einstein developed his theories, a part of which being that time depends on your speed, in other terms, that you become your speed, that is your mean of transportation.
Walking is the only (or at least the closest, you still have to take care of rocks, branches, and water) way not to be your mean of transportation.
Needs development, but I like this last sentence, thank you.
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