Pirsig's book is very hard to get into on an intellectual level. The book itself is quite easy to read, the words and grammar are not complex in the slightest, but when I try to relate to it I find my self sitting there with a blank stare on my face. I'm sure that what he has said is profound, but I don't know what to do with it. Phaedrus is quite a character, yet another part of Pirsig's book I'm not sure how to interpret. I find myself relating to him though, inspire of a very real feeling of distance. Phaedrus and I do share a passion for idealism. As Phaedrus moved into the high country of the mind he becomes very idealistic measuring all philosophers against his own thoughts and gets rather perturb when they disagree with him. I feel him trying to find a unified theory of everything, those exact words haven't shown up, nor has it really been pointed at, but thats the feeling I get as I read Phaedrus' thoughts. I, like Phaedrus, hold people up to my view of the world and they way I think it should operate. We are very much idealists together, just of a different breed with different areas of focus. Him with the high country of the mind, me with the morality of everyday life and circumstances. It is a bit odd reading about Phaedrus and his thoughts while knowing who he is and his fate in the back of my mind. Its not a particularly encouraging fate as in essence Phaedrus dies and all that is left is he has written down and the few memories of him that dwell in the minds of others, primarily Pirsig. I am eager to see how the rest of Pirsig's discussion of Phaedrus pans out and how Phaedrus' life is worked into the rest of the book. And perhaps his ending will not be as glum as I forecast for Phaedrus.