Taking advantage of a rainy rest day for an extra post.

The pleasure of walking is of course its slowness. I have been able to hear accents change from Salzburgerish to Bavarian to Tyrolean, I have observed different customs (like the huge plywood cutouts of storks on the fronts of buildings in the Tyrol, announcing the arrival of a newborn), and I have taken time to explore the old centre of Innsbruck - a little gem. But above all there have been moments when the questions (what am I doing with my life?) cease, the objects around me take on greater clarity and plasticity, and the term 'suchness' begins to make sense. (100)