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Walking is a miracle.  Like the giant bumblebee that shouldn't be able to fly with its tiny wings, humans walking is not fully explainable.  Walking is falling.  You fling yourself off balance and, at the very last moment, you catch yourself with your other foot, and you do this over and over and over again: walking.  Perhaps it is a metaphor for life.  You fling yourself forward with reckless abandon, considering all the bad that could befall you, and catch yourself at the last moment.  You don't know how you make it, but somehow you're moving forward.  It's a miracle, but you manage, and, sometimes, you can even chew gum while you do it.