PERFORMANCE OF SELF
I haven't got any special religion this morning.
My God is the God of Walkers.
If you walk hard enough, you probably don't need any other god.
The real home of man is not his house but the road.
Life itself is a travel that has to be done by foot.
When people start talking of man's inhumanity to man
it means they haven't actually walked far enough.
In becoming human, man had acquired, together with his straight legs and striding walk,
a migratory 'drive' or instinct to walk long distances through the seasons;
this 'drive' was inseparable from his central nervous system;
and, when warped in conditions of settlement, it found outlets in violence,
greed, status-seeking or a mania for the new.
I am still here.
And nowhere. At all...