Category Archives: Firhouse Zibaldone

Footsteps, of an ancient place.

None of your knowledge, your reading, your connections will be of any use here: two legs suffice, and big eyes to see with. Walk alone, across mountains or through forests. 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. But the walker who marvels while walking (the blue of the rocks in a July evening light, the silvery green of olive leaves at noon, the violet morning hills) has no past, no plans, no experience. He has within him the eternal child. While walking I am but a simple gaze.

Words: Frédéric Gros, A Philosophy of Walking. Image: JesseJames.

Night Lights (6)

Modern society depends on light in many forms; from high-intensity natural daylight and artificial lighting, to the glow of TV screens, computers, tablets, smartphones, and games. Light is so ubiquitous – and generally travels unseen (except, for instance, in fog) – that we often take it for granted. Critically, we probably have more light than we need, while people are generally unaware of the amount of light they are exposed to, and of its economic and environmental costs.

Words: Professor Brian Espey, School of Physics, Trinity College Dublin. Image: JesseJames.