Walking With Ralph

 

It sounds like walking to me.

 

            The thing about Walkers is that they walk. Why are they called Walkers, by me anyhow? Well, most of the time when one of we observant normies sees one, he or she or they are walking.

            I don’t believe they call themselves Walkers.

            It’s their thing. They do what they wanna do.

            So then, Ralph Himself, though he spends a good deal of time sitting in rapt contemplation of the goodness and essential appropriateness of creation, does also walk. He does a great deal of walking.

            The peculiar smooth gait of the Walkers has been noted frequently. None of us can figure out how they do that. It doesn’t even look like walking. Maybe they have extra joints that we just don’t know about. Would that smooth the ride? This writer is at a loss. But it seems possible.

            Maybe all of that walking is meant for a message to humanity. Keep moving! Or you’ll calcify and get crunchy. But equally, it may have nothing to do with humanity.

            But back to Ralph.

Sometimes when he goes walking he can barely keep his feet on the ground. Ralph doesn’t do disappointment, or bitterness. He does rapture. At its root rapture means to be carried away, or transported, or to be taken in a state of spiritual ecstasy. That sounds like Ralph. He’s a pretty happy guy most of the time.

With Ralph the distance between belief and fruition is short. You could almost say that he’s like a mirror. What he gets is what he sees, to turn that thing on its head.

Well, bless his heart. I’d love to see him Walking and maybe if we walked together I could get some luft in my step too!

Anything is possible!

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