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Walking, Ideally, Is A State In Which The Mind, The Body, And The World Are Aligned.

Perhaps It’s That You Can’t Go Back In Time, But You Can Return To The Scenes Of A Love, Of A Crime, Of Happiness, And Of A Fatal Decision; The Places Are What Remain, Are What You Can Possess, Are What Is Immortal. They Become The Tangible Landscape Of Memory, The Places That Made You, And In Some Way You Too Become Them. They Are What You Can Possess And In The End What Possesses You.

The Positive Emotions That Arise In...unpromising Circumstances Demonstrate That Social Ties And Meaningful Work Are Deeply Desired, Readily Improvised, And Intensely Rewarding. The Very Structure Of Our Economy And Society Prevent These Goals From Being Achieved.

Space--as Landscape, Terrain, Spectacle, Experience--has Vanished.

You Write Your Books. You Scatter Your Seeds. Rats Might Eat Them, Or They Might Rot. In California, Some Seeds Lie Dormant For Decades Because They Only Germinate After Fire, And Sometimes The Burned Landscape Blooms Most Lavishly.