Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Distances

She lives by herself amidst the forest and wild mountain splendour of Masinagudi, managing a resort. Went away from the big city at 49, because she felt that this matchbox existence was no life. Many stories to tell, in love with the place, relaxed. On the return journey, watching the mountains quickly give way to plains, wondered whether why such a life is not necessarily more lonely. And so there I was back on the bike with Phaedrus, descending towards the coast....yes, Pirsig did try to reason this out in Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance.

"...We see much more of this loneliness now (as they reach the West coast). It's paradoxical that where people are the most closely crowded, in the big coastal cities in the East and West, the loneliness is the greatest. Back where people were so spread out in western Oregon and Idaho and Montana and the Dakotas you'd think the loneliness would have been greater, but we didn't see it so much.

The explanation, I suppose, is that 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 America we’re in. There'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'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 the secondary America 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 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."

from
'Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance
An Enquiry into Values'
Robert M Pirsig

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