But He Walked!
Thoreau’s individuality was unique and original. He had no profession; he never married; he never went to church; he never voted or paid taxes; he never smoked; he never drank wine. His amusement was walking, to observe and meditate.
(Henry David Thoreau born July 12, 1817.)
Read from Thoreau‘s WALKING Vol. 28, pp. 395405

dis·cur·sive (dĭ-skûr′sĭv)
adj. Covering a wide field of subjects; rambling.

Proceeding to a conclusion through reason rather than intuition.
[Medieval Latin discursīvus, from Latin discursus, running about; see discourse.]

inhabitant of nature vs member of society

art of Walking // sauntering – idle people who rove about the country [a la Sainte Terre, Sainte-Terrer, Saunterer, Holy Lander] [sans terre – without a home // no particular home, but is home everywhere]

Every walk a sort of crusade

Most walks require that half the walk be retracing of steps

I am reminded that the mechanics and shopkeepers stay in their shops not only all the forenoon, but all the afternoon too, sitting with crossed legs, as if the legs were made to sit upon

Think of a man’s swinging dumb-bells for his health, when those springs are bubbling up in far-off pastures unsought by him!

You may name it America, but it is not America: neither Americus Vespucius, nor Columbus, nor the rest were discoverers of it.

The Old Marlborough Road: The road likely originated as an Indian path, being the “shortest course through the domain of Tantamous (Maynard) to Occogoogansett (Marlboro).” Colonists settled along the road in the seventeenth century. During the Revolutionary War, ammunition wagons traveled along Old Marlboro/Concord Road to provide George Washington arms for his defense of Trenton. In the nineteenth century, Transcendentalist Henry David Thoreau lived near the disused road in Concord, and frequently walked along it, before writing a poem entitled “The Old Marlborough Road.”

The best part of this land is private property