[MD] some quality

[ADRIE KINTZIGER]

Ol' backflippin' Pirsig.

He read:
The quality that can be defined is not the Absolute Quality.
That was what he had said.
The names that can be given it are not Absolute names.
It is the origin of heaven and earth.
When named it is the mother of all things -- .
Exactly.
Quality [romantic Quality] and its manifestations [classic Quality] are in
their nature the same. It is given different names [subjects and objects]
when it becomes classically manifest.
Romantic quality and classic quality together may be called the "mystic."
Reaching from mystery into deeper mystery ,it is the gate to the secret of
all life.
Quality is all-pervading.
And its use is inexhaustible!
Fathomless!
Like the fountainhead of all things—
Yet crystal clear like water it seems to remain.
I do not know whose Son it is.
An image of what existed before God.
Continuously,continuously it seems to remain. Draw upon it and it serves you
with ease—
Looked at but cannot be seen—listened to but cannot be heard—grasped at but
cannot be touched—these three elude all our inquiries and hence blend and
become one.
Not by its rising is there light ,
Not by its sinking is there darkness
Unceasing, continuous
It cannot be defined
And reverts again into the realm of nothingness
That is why it is called the form of the formless
The image of nothingness
That is why it is called elusive
Meet it and you do not see its face
Follow it and you do not see its back
He who holds fast to the quality of old
Is able to know the primeval beginnings
Which are the continuity of quality.
Phædrus read on through line after line, verse after verse of this, watched
them match, fit, slip into place. Exactly. This was what he meant. This was
what he’d been saying all along, only poorly, mechanistically. There was
nothing vague or inexact about this book. It was as precise and definite as
it could be. It was what he had been saying, only in a different language
with different roots and origins. He was from another valley seeing what was
in this valley, not now as a story told by strangers but as a part of the
valley he was from. He was seeing it all
He had broken the code.
He read on. Line after line. Page after page. Not a discrepancy.
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