The whole "before buying anymore" should be deleted. I don't ever think I can stop buying books. Or yarn, for that matter. As long as I keep reading these ones and stay on track I should be ok. I finished Zen and the Art of Motorocycle Maintenance by Robert M. Pirsig a few weeks ago. It was amazing. A friend said it was life-changing, and it definitely was. I learned so much. And the way he wrote was exquisite. I'll probably be peppering the blog with quotes for a while, but for now I leave you with this:
This explanation, I suppose, is that the physical distance between people has nothing to do with loneliness. It’s psychic distance, and in Montana and Idaho the physical distances are big but the psychic distances between people are small, and here it’s reversed.
It’s the primary American we’re in. It hit the night before last in Prineville Junction and it’s been with us ever since. There’s this primary America of freeways and jet flights and TV and movie spectaculars. And people caught up in this primary American seem to go through huge portions of their lives without much consciousness of what’s immediately around them. The media have convinced them that what’s right around them is unimportant. And that’s why they’re lonely. You see it in their faces. First the little flicker of searching, and then when they look at you, you’re just a kind of an object. You don’t count. You’re not what they’re looking for. You’re not on TV.
But in the secondary American we’ve been through, of back roads, and Chinaman’s ditches, and Appaloosa horses, and sweeping mountain ranges, and meditative thoughts and kids with pinecones and bumblebees and open sky above us mile after mile, all through that, what was real, what was around us dominated. And so there wasn’t much feeling of loneliness. That’s the way it must have been a hundred or two hundred years ago. Hardly any people and hardly any loneliness. I’m undoubtedly overgeneralizing, but if the proper qualifications were introduced it would be true.
Brilliant, isn't it.