September 18, 2016 by babylondogs
Come, walk with me in silence, the sound of our shared experience the only noise.
Wallace Stevens wrote “Perhaps the truth depends upon a walk around the lake.” And some unknown Italian coined the phrase Solvitur Ambulando, “It is solved by walking.” And most of my heroes (eg: Wordsworth, Tesla, Coleridge, Thoreau, Whitman, Kerouac, Aristotle, Basho, Kierkegaard, Blake, and my dad) were prolific walkers. These are who I call the Babylon Dogs, wanderers in a world whose system has collapsed around us; vagabonds, nomads, bohemians, free-spirits, brooding passionate misfits passing through the windswept corridors of disintegrated artifice. I walk. I wander. I derive great pleasure, depth, and perspective from it. I recommend it. It is, much like my newly rediscovered passion for music, a medicine so powerful that I can’t imagine others not doing it also. Beatitude. This is the result of my walking. I invite you to join me. Come. Let us walk together in silence. Because I think Stevens was right. Perhaps the truth depends upon one foot in front of the other.