You’ve got to live right, too. It’s the way you live that predisposes you to avoid the traps and see the right facts. You want to know how to paint a perfect painting? It’s easy. Make yourself perfect and then just paint naturally. That’s the way all the experts do it. The making of a painting or the fixing of a motorcycle isn’t separate from the rest of your existence. If you’re a sloppy thinker the six days of the week you aren’t working on your machine, what trap avoidance, what gimmicks, can make you all of a sudden sharp on the seventh? It all goes together ... The real cycle you're working in is a cycle called yourself. The machine that appears to be "out there" and the person that appears to be "in here" are not two separate things. They grow toward Quality or fall away from Quality together.
Robert M. PirsigMots clés zen quality perfect motorcycle-maintenance
You look at where you're going and where you are and it never makes much sense, but then you look back at where you've been and a pattern seems to emerge. And if you project forward from that pattern, then sometimes you can come up with something.
Robert M. PirsigKad jedna osoba pati od iluzije,
to se naziva poremećenošću uma. Kad mnogo ljudi pati od iluzije, to se
naziva religijom.
Mots clés um iluzija poremećenost
A person who sees Quality and feels it as he works is a person who cares. A person who cares about what he sees and does is a person who's bound to have some characteristics of Quality
Robert M. PirsigIt made the kids at camp much more enthusiastic and cooperative when they had ego goals to fulfill, I'm sure, but ultimately that kind of motivation is destructive. Any effort that has self-glorification as its final endpoint is bound to end in disaster. Now we're paying the price. When you try to climb a mountain to prove how big you are, you almost never make it. And even if you do it's a hollow victory. In order to sustain victory you have to prove yourself again and again in some other way, and again and again and again, driven forever to fill a false image, haunted by the fear that the image is not true and someone will find out. That's never the way.
Robert M. PirsigThere's this primary America of freeways and jet flights and TV and movie spectaculars, and people caught up in this primary America seem to go through huge portions of their lives without much consciousness of what immediately surrounds them. The media have convinced them that what's right around them is unimportant. And that's why they're lonely.
Robert M. PirsigThe old channels cannot contain it and in its search for new ones there seems to be growing havoc and destruction along its banks. In this Chautauqua I would like not to cut any new channels of consciousness but simply dig deeper into old ones that have become silted in with the debris of thoughts grown stale and platitudes too often repeated. "What’s new?" is an interesting and broadening eternal question, but one which, if pursued exclusively, results only in an endless parade of trivia and fashion, the silt of tomorrow
Robert M. PirsigФедър се отклони от утъпкания път, когато в резултат на лабораторния си опит започна да се интересува от хипотезите като същност сами по себе си. Той бе забелязвал отново и отново, че онова, което може да изглежда най-трудната част от научната работа — измислянето на хипотези, — неизменно се оказва най-лесната. Като че актът на точното по форма и ясно записване на всичко ги подсказва. Както си проверява хипотеза номер едно по експериментален начин, цял порой от други хипотези му идват наум и докато проверява тях, идват още и докато ги проверява, още други му идват в главата, докато стане болезнено очевидно, че както продължава да проверява хипотези и да отхвърля едни и да потвърждава други, техният брой не намалява. Той всъщност нараства заедно с напредъка на работата му.
Отначало това му се стори забавно. Измисли закон с намерение той да не отстъпва по хумор на законите на Паркинсън; той гласеше: „Броят на рационалните хипотези, които могат да обяснят всяко едно явление, е неограничен.“ Харесваше му никога да не остава без хипотези. Дори когато експерименталната му работа изглеждаше в задънена улица, както и да я погледнеш, той знаеше, че ако просто седне и порови достатъчно дълго, напълно сигурно е, че ще се появи друга хипотеза. И винаги се появяваше. Само няколко месеца след като измисли закона, започна да има известни съмнения относно хумора му и ползата от него.
Ако е верен, този закон не е дребна пукнатина в научния начин на мислене. Законът е напълно нихилистичен. Той е катастрофално, логическо опровержение на общата валидност на целия научен метод!
Ако предназначението на научния метод е да избира сред множество хипотези и ако броят на хипотезите нараства по-бързо, отколкото експерименталният метод може да поеме, то ясно е, че всички хипотези никога не могат да бъдат проверени. Ако всички хипотези не могат да бъдат проверени, тогава резултатите от който и да било експеримент не са окончателни и целият научен метод не постига целта си да установи доказателствено потвърдени знания.
The application of this knife, the division of the world into parts and the building of this structure, is something everybody does. All the time we are aware of millions of things around us - these changing shapes, these burning hills, the sound of the engine, the feel of the throttle, each rock and weed and fence post and piece of debris beside the road - aware of these things but not really conscious of them unless there is something unusual or unless they reflect something we are predisposed to see. We could not possibly be conscious of these things and remember all of them because our mind would be so full of useless details we would be unable to think. From all this awareness we must select, and what we select and calls consciousness is never the same as the awareness because the process of selection mutates it. We take a handful of sand from the endless landscape of awareness around us and call that handful of sand the world.
Robert M. PirsigMots clés buddhism philosophy psychology awareness
On an air-cooled engine like this, extreme overheating can cause a “seizure”. This machine has had one...in fact, three of them. I took this machine into a shop because I thought it wasn’t important enough to justify getting into myself, having to learn all the complicated details.
The shop was a different scene from the ones I remembered. The mechanics, who had once all seemed like ancient veterans, now looked like children. A radio was going full blast and they were clowning around and talking and seemed not to notice me. They sat down to do a job and they performed it like chimpanzees. Nothing personal in it.
The radio was a clue. You can’t really think hard about what you’re doing and listen to the radio at the same time.
But the biggest clue seemed to be their expressions. They were hard to explain. Good-natured, friendly, easygoing—and uninvolved. They were like spectators.
I found the cause of the seizures a few weeks later, waiting to happen again. It was a little twenty-five-cent pin in the internal oil-delivery system that had been sheared and was preventing oil from reaching the head at high speeds.
On this trip I think we should notice it, explore it a little, to see if in that strange separation of what man is from what man does we may have some clues as to what the hell has gone wrong in this twentieth century. I don’t want to hurry it. That itself is a poisonous twentieth-century attitude. When you want to hurry something, that means you no longer care about it and want to get on to other things. I just want to get at it slowly, but carefully and thoroughly, with the same attitude I remember was present just before I found that sheared pin. It was that attitude that found it, nothing else.
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