Somewhere along our conversation, I told her that what I do everyday could be simply put as "walking" or "stop walking."
Though, in between and within the states of walking and stop walking... with the minor inconveniences in life as the inevitable background noise... carrying my private inferno on my back or not... trotzdem... das leben... for Ratology at walk affords me Handicapped at large (while simply incapable, you, all to tell).
Since nothing's new under the sun, your own Ratology at move shall also afford you your own version of at large... n'est pas?
P.S., I don't have the audacity to use Frankl's "Trotzdem Ja Zum Leben Sagen" since I ain't got no clue what it be like to do the Ja sagen in the concentration camp. Therefore... Trotzdem, das Leben.