# Quote — Frederic Gros, A Philosophy of Walking

> But walking causes absorption. Walking interminably, taking in through your pores the height of the mountains when you are confronting them at length, breathing in the shape of the hills for hours at a time during a slow descent. The body becomes steeped in the earth it treads. And thus, gradually, it stops being in the landscape: it becomes the landscape. That doesn’t have to mean dissolution, as if the walker were fading away to become a mere inflection, a footnote. It’s more a flashing moment: sudden flame, time catching fire. And here, the feeling of eternity is all at once that vibration between presences. Eternity, here, in a spark.

- Author: [Frederic Gros](https://www.leafyquotes.com/frederic-gros.md)
- Book: [A Philosophy of Walking](https://www.leafyquotes.com/frederic-gros/a-philosophy-of-walking.md)
- Original (fr): Mais marcher, cela fait imprégnation. Marcher interminablement, faire passer par les pores de sa peau la hauteur des montagnes quand on s’y affronte très longtemps, respirer des heures durant la forme des collines en les dévalant longuement. Le corps devient pétri de la terre qu’il foule. Et progressivement, ainsi, il n’est plus dans le paysage : il est le paysage. Ce n’est pas forcément dissolution, comme si le marcheur s’évanouissait et en devenait une simple inflexion, une ligne supplémentaire. Parce qu’en lui soudain ce rapport s’illumine. C’est comme un instant qui éclate. Feu brusque : le temps s’enflamme. Là, le sentiment d’éternité, c’est tout à coup cette vibration des présences. L’éternité, ici, comme étincelle.
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## More from this book

> You are nobody to the hills or the thick boughs heavy with greenery. You are no longer a role, or a status, not even an individual, but a body, a body that feels sharp stones on the paths, the caress of long grass and the freshness of the wind. When you walk, the world has neither present nor future: nothing but the cycle of mornings and evenings. Always the same thing to do all day: walk.

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> Perhaps the itinerant monks called ‘Gyrovagues’ were especially responsible for promoting this view of our condition as eternal strangers. They journeyed ceaselessly from monastery to monastery, without fixed abode, and they haven’t quite disappeared, even today: it seems there are still a handful tramping Mount Athos. They walk for their entire lives on narrow mountain paths, back and forth on a long repeated round, sleeping at nightfall wherever their feet have taken them; they spend their lives murmuring prayers on foot, walk all day without destination or goal, this way or that, taking branching paths at random, turning, returning, without going anywhere, illustrating through endless wandering their condition as permanent strangers in this profane world.

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> First of all, there is the suspensive freedom that comes by walking, even a simple short stroll: throwing of the burden of cares, forgetting business for a time. You choose to leave the once behind, go out, stroll around, think about other things. With a longer excursion of several days, the process of self-liberation is accentuated: you escape the constraints of work, throw of the yoke of routine.

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