4/6/2026: Windy, Woody, Wondering
Up & about predawn to realise the blusterimess persists. I wrap in suitable clothes, feed the hungry cats, but they appear soon after, still hungry. The dog eats appreciably and only wants me to walk. Cats for domestic company, dogs for walking.
Reading about an old mentor Rousseau in Philosophy of Walking. How R. discovers himself through walking, an act of shunning society's failings and distractions, to be a quiet, self loving being.
"...when the solitary walker tried to unearth from under layers of culture the inborn truth of human passions, he only discovered a naive and unassuming self-love".
The author cautions, this self-love as being quite different to egotism.
I am barely a fraction of the man Rousseau, but I can agree a) that walking provides for the mind, body and soul, and b) that a respectable goal of self and cultural critique is to discover a simple self love.