La marche, on n’a rien trouvé de mieux pour aller plus lentement. Pour marcher, il faut d’abord deux jambes. Le reste est vain. Aller plus vite ? Alo… - Frédéric Gros

But above all, silence is the dissipation of our language. ... In the silence of a walk, when you end up losing the use of words because by then you are doing nothing but walk, ... in that silence you hear better, because you are finally hearing what has no vocation to be retranslated, recoded, reformatted.

First of all, there is the suspensive freedom that comes by walking, even a simple short stroll: throwing of the burden of cares, forgetting business for a time. You choose to leave the once behind, go out, stroll around, think about other things. With a longer excursion of several days, the process of self-liberation is accentuated: you escape the constraints of work, throw of the yoke of routine.

Il y a le silence des petits matins. Il faut partir très tôt en automne quand l’étape est longue. Tout est violet dehors, la lumière rampe sous les feuilles jaunes et rouges. C’est un silence attentif. On marche doucement au milieu des grands arbres sombres, encore enveloppés d’une légère nuit bleue. On a presque peur de réveiller. Tout chuchote faiblement.