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The pilgrimage is not a goal but a mean

“The pilgrimage itself is not a goal but a mean: undoubtedly the best and the most anciently known to get free from all ties that enchain us to our own convenience, our laziness, our habits, ultimately to ourselves.
Walking is good because it makes us tired, because it purifies us: the bag weights, the shoes and the cobblestones of the road bruise your feet, the sun beats down hard, thirst or hunger will afflict the soul held captive in the body too well cared for, and it gradually takes flight”

From Henri Engelmann, Pèlerinages