Well, I have heard about the book “Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance” over the years and finally decided to give it a read. Actually, one of my co-workers let me borrow a copy he had.

Well, what can I say. I made it to page 127 before I shut the book, removed my bookmark, and returned it. I guess I just can’t get into the whole ponder the reality of the belly button kind of thing, or the I had a previous personality but it was burned out with electro shock therapy. I like philosophy, art, poetry, etc. I just couldn’t handle the way this was written.

As an example:

there’s no way of immediately sensing a “motorcycle” as distinguished from the color and shapes a motorcycle produces, is no proof at all that there’s no motorcycle there. We have in our minds a priori motorcycle which has continuity in time and space and is capable of changing appearance as one moves one’s head and is therefor not contradicted by the sense data one is receiving.

Sorry. Just can’t do it.