Daily mythology: “As near as my feet”

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There’s one secret in technique (not to mention the 999 others here): the wheel. It cannot be explained by the activities of our feet, it is from fundamental different genesis. Maybe from snowball rolling down the hill, the fireball, the rolling stone? The sun maybe (I just came under god Apollo’s influence….)

What’s about our feet? What do we know about them? They are so far away from our intellect, and often too far to tighten the shoelaces

First of all they always know where to go. They are writing our biography on the ground (about writing: poetry and walking are tightly connected: french „le talon“, the heel, is from to „tell, tale“, and this means to count, french „raconter“. A certain rhythm of verses is called „jambus“ – from „la jambe“ the leg – and another dactylus „with fingers“. And even prose means „to proceed straight forwards“).

Secondly thoughts thought by walking are quite different from those thought while sitting or laying on the bed. A poet always needs to walk to get the rhythm, and maybe a musician too.. Happy if your walk of life got music! And whole populations wrote history by walking, by migrating to unknown places, from Cengiz Khan up to the village people of nowadays.

And it is a very old tradition to carry the dead out of the house with their feet first. Because the feet know where to go.

We use to say about great people, like Kemal Atatürk, like Christian Morgenstern for example „they are too far in our future, aman!“ But let’s try to walk in their footsteps.

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