I arrive at it by analogy. I read about a child prodigy (not me). An IQ of 170 at 9 years old (see, I max out at 70). And then other things, like electroshock. Or about his son, who dies at 23 (23?) years old. Pointlessly. Someone who wrote things that touched my heart. Not because I ride a motorcycle. But because he wrote: how many hypotheses can you make about a falling body? Infinite! Someone like that. And in the two lines of Wikipedia, I also see a photo. And that photo reminds me of an old friend. Beautiful. Goodbye, Robert, Pirsig, thank you. And thank you a thousand times, Robert. Wyatt (isn't he beautiful?)
David Gilmour - Robert Wyatt comfortably numb