Sometimes, when I have to go to the village, I prefer to walk, rather than drive my car.
Of course at my age it takes a little bit of effort, but it’s also a good opportunity to meditate.
It’s not so appropriate meditating too deeply when one is driving.
Once I found myself and my car in the back garden of Professor McLivet’s home, while I was supposed to be along the country road...
But walking across the fields is safe for thinking things over.
I consider the action of thinking the highest activity we can practise and I dream utopianly that the world could be run by wise philosophers who put the value of logic and search for knowledge before the importance of showing off and the greed for power.
What I appreciate in the concept of philosophy is that one doesn’t receive the supposed absolute truth as an already packed up item, like the vegetables we buy in supermarket, but one gets the tools to use one’s own brain and to find the direction by themselves, without any guarantee of finding the absolute truth either.
Also in speculation, I think, what is worthy is the trip not the final goal.

In my rural walks nevertheless I try hard to keep a little elegance, I would never go around if I were not properly dressed.
Oh, I have to leave you...I've almost arrived.