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“I talked yesterday about caring, I care about these moldy old riding gloves. I smile at them flying through the breeze beside me because they have been there for so many years and are so old and so tired and so rotten there is something kind of humorous about them. They have become filled with oil and sweat and dirt and spattered bugs and now when I set them down flat on a table, even when they are not cold, they won't stay flat. They've got a memory of their own. They cost only three dollars and have been restitched so many times it is getting impossible to repair them, yet I take a lot of time and pains to do it anyway because I can't imagine any new pair taking their place. That is impractical, but practicality isn't the whole thing with gloves or with anything else.”

Quote by Robert M. Pirsig

Book:Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance: An Inquiry Into Values
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Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance: An Inquiry Into Values

This book combines a travel narrative with a philosophical inquiry, examining the concepts of quality, truth, and the nature of reality. The author reflects on these ideas while on a motorcycle journey with his son, engaging in discussions that delve into the essence of human values and the pursuit of meaning in life. more

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Robert M. Pirsig
Robert M. Pirsig

Robert M. Pirsig was an American writer best known for his philosophical novel 'Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance.' This work combines philosophical thinking with travel adventure, exploring the concepts of quality, value, and the meaning of life. more

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