As the fog becomes denser and the ambiguity of this process starts taking its toll on me, I always try and indulge in an exercise that requires a dispassionate analysis of my surroundings or the problem at hand.

And thus I disagree with Pirsig (“Zen and The Art of Motorcycle Maintenance”)

Pirsig divides human understanding in to the classic and the romantic, the former “seeing the world primarily as underlying form itself” and the latter “sees it primarily in terms of immediate appearance.” After reading my blog many have classified me as a romantic.

Perhaps the fact that my poems or some pieces of writing relate to finding my joy in nature and human relationships has caused them to reach such a conclusion.

I however feel such a distinction (or the inference of those who have been reading my blog) is flawed. I believe that we are both classic and romantic according to what the situation demands from us. There are times when we derive great pleasure from the world around just the way it is. There is a beautiful harmony that can be felt without really analyzing all that is happening around us.

At other times we need to delve a little deeper into what the situation has to offer to us. To try and understand what is the significance of something that is seemingly “dull and complex”…to go beyond the veneers and see how understanding a certain mechanism, dull as it may be, enhances our understanding.

So at times I feel that I shouldn’t use my head my too much and just go with the flow…feel the harmony within and without me…

But when this fails to provide the joy or sense of satisfaction I set out to look for, I know its time I scratch on the surface and try to see what the underneath has to offer….