As I said earlier, I had read Motorcycle Maintenance years ago, and after I got past thinking Pirsig was a tight-ass, started to enjoy the book. Reading it now, though, I wonder if I really read the same book, or did some one slip something over on me? I understand now why he kept nattering on to his friends about maintaining their own motorcycle.
In this section, he’s just finished talking about Kant and Hume, (a famous rock and roll duo from the 18th century) and I got it. A priori reasoning (Knowledge not based on experience) even makes more sense now than it did when I was in college. Of course, when I was in college, I was more or less afflicted with the cerebral-rectal syndrome.
Anyway, one of the points about today’s blog is rhat sometimes I feel like my mind is a stone, skipping across the pond of reality. I think I know a subject, can even expound on it at length (the cerebral-rectal syndrome again), but later on, something shows me that I didn’t understand it at all. I know that I’m not the only one who feels this and I wonder if it’s part of the human condition (a priori?) Maybe my last words will be “Oh, I get it!”
This unrolling might be the basis for my writing novels. Maybe I’m turning things over, looking at them from a different angle and hoping I can find something that enlightens and amuses me and may enlighten and amuse someone else. Then again, it could all be horse exhaust and I’m writing because I don’t have anything else on my plate that interests me.
Along that line, “Ophelia Murders” is trying to take an odd twist. My very first novel, which I hope will be published some day, is a story within a story within a story. “Ophelia” is trying to go that way and I’m not sure I want it to. It would be so easy to fall into a formula where someone could say, “Oh, Taylor? He just writes these books where snakes are swallowing their own tails. Boring.”
Well, enough of the navel gazing for one day.