I seek the slim man inside of me and I’ve decided to walk aimlessly every day until I find him.
I see it as a sort of peripatetic Zen; a journey with no tangible destination — the ‘destination’ (a virtual node in the stream of existence) will present itself without conscious effort.
If I walk enough, without a particular purpose in mind, I’m certain to eventually happen upon the man I seek.
I think I’ll practice some Qigong as well; it can’t hurt, will possibly center my being, and will surely increase the density of synchronistic events surrounding me.
But I’m convinced it is the walking that will lead me to the man I seek: “…a man returning home by climbing over a hedge, to the surprise of his walking companion. Oh, how I love to reach home by climbing over the back fence, and to travel on bypaths!” [from the preface of Lin Yutang’s The Importance of Living(p. v – vi)].
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db johnston
almost falling 