“I have no resentment at all this, just a feeling that it’s all unreal and that the quality of the lake is smothered by the fact that it’s so pointed to. You point to something as having Quality and the Quality tends to go away. Quality is what you see out of the corner of our eye, and so I look at the lake below but feel the peculiar quality from the chill, almost frigid sunlight behind me, and the almost motionless wind. ”

– Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, an Inquiry into Values by Robert M. Pirsig. Part IV, chapter 28, page  438 – 439.