# Quote — Frederic Gros, A Philosophy of Walking

> Then there’s the silence of tough summer afternoon walks across the flank of a mountain, stony paths, exposed to an uncompromising sun. Blinding, mineral, shattering silence. You hear nothing but the quiet crunch of stones underfoot. An implacable, definitive silence, like a transparent death. Sky of a perfectly detached blue. You advance with eyes down, reassuring yourself sometimes with a silent mumbling. Cloudless sky, limestone slabs filled with presence: silence nothing can sidestep. Silence fulfilled, vibrant immobility, tensed like a bow.

- 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): Il y a le silence des marches dures des après-midi d’été, sur des parois de montagne, des sentiers de cailloux, à découvert sous un soleil sans concession. Silence éclatant, minéral, accablant. On entend juste le léger crissement des pierres. Silence implacable, définitif, comme une mort transparente. Le ciel est d’un bleu parfaitement détaché. Et on avance les yeux baissés, en se rassurant par un marmonnement sourd parfois. Le ciel sans nuages, le calcaire des roches sont d’une présence pleine : silence dont rien ne dépasse. Silence comble, immobilité vibrante, tendue comme un arc.
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> 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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> 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.

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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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