Ok, so I am on a bicycle and not on foot but being on a bicycle is its own kind of footing is it not? And the holy Mt. Kailash here is not actually Mt. Kailash (a holy sacred place according to Buddhism, Jainism, and Hinduism) but the humble Dechmont Hill. There is a considerable difference in height (the former being 6,638m whilst the latter is a mere 298m). The base too is considerable smaller in the latter, and it is this base (it is forbidden to climb the mountain and disturb the energies that reside there) that the supplicant circumnavigates on foot whilst praying to the gods (like Shiva) who live there. This circumnavigation is about 32 miles which is not too far from the distance I covered today up to Dechmont from Cessnock and back again via the Clyde riverside path. The point is that whenever I am on my bike, and emphatically in my own body, everything is pilgrimage. I'm not a cyclist but a pilgrim on a bike. This pilgrimage begins with your own steam and reverence at the purity and essence of natural phenomena like hills and rivers and birds. Everytime I'm out on the bike I circumnavigate Mt. Kailash and it is this circumnavigation that leads to liberation and the revelation of who you actually are.
Entering the city via Glasgow Green and the Trongate there is a different kind of nature at work, a different kind of forest growing.... one that is non-renewable, earth-exploitative, and all-polluting. And there are no 'people' here, just lost souls.
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