Overall, we had about 50 meetings where the brothers would say that I couldn&#39;t do any solo records, I couldn&#39;t write for other people, I couldn&#39;t do this and I couldn&#39;t do that. These guys were trying to nail my feet to the ground.

I learned English, my sixth language at this point, quite quickly.

It was only a smile, nothing more. It didn’t make everything all right. It didn’t make anything all right. Only a smile. A tiny thing. A leaf in the woods, shaking in the wake of a startled bird’s flight. But I’ll take it. With open arms.

Logic presumes a separation of subject from object; therefore logic is not final wisdom.This is Zen. This is my motorcycle maintenance.

Written By Robert M. Pirsig

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