Horror immobolizes us because it is made of contradictory feelings: fear and seduction, repulsion and attraction. Horror is a fascination...Horror is immobility, the great yawn of empty space, the womb and the hole in the earth, the universal Mother and the great garbage heap...With horror we cannot have recourse to flight or combat, there remains only Adoration or Exorcism.
Thoreau: __he West of which I speak is but another name for the Wild; and what I have been preparing to say is, that in Wildness is the preservation of the world._ That is why walking leads to a total loss of interest in what is called _ laughably no doubt _ the __ews_, one of whose main features is that it becomes old as soon as it is uttered. Once caught in the rhythm, Thoreau says, you are on the treadmill: you want to know what comes next. The real challenge, though, is not to know what has changed, but to get closer to what remains eternally new. So you should replace reading the morning papers with a walk. News items replace one another, become mixed up together, are repeated and forgotten. But the truth is that as soon as you start walking, all that noise, all those rumours, fade out. What__ new? Nothing: the calm eternity of things, endlessly renewed.
A Philosophy of Walking
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Thoreau: __he West of which I speak is but another name for the Wild; and what I have been preparing to say is, that in Wildness is the preservation of the world._ That is why walking leads to a total loss of interest in what is called _ laughably no doubt _ the __ews_, one of whose main features is that it becomes old as soon as it is uttered. Once caught in the rhythm, Thoreau says, you are on the treadmill: you want to know what comes next. The real challenge, though, is not to know what has changed, but to get closer to what remains eternally new. So you should replace reading the morning papers with a walk. News items replace one another, become mixed up together, are repeated and forgotten. But the truth is that as soon as you start walking, all that noise, all those rumours, fade out. What__ new? Nothing: the calm eternity of things, endlessly renewed.
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