I was glancing through the pages of my poetry book, and it occurred to me that it could be called “a book of static latches.” Pirsig does not write about language as the primary and perhaps most important of the static latches of man’s pilgrimage on earth (a.k.a. “evolutionary development”). Maybe it was so big that it escaped him. After all, the fish cannot perceive the water in which it is immersed.
But language is incredible – an incredible instrument preventing degeneration (“static latch”), an incredible instrument for the potentization of Dynamic Quality, an incredible instrument of exquisite balancing between static and dynamic.
Poetry encapsulates this characteristic of language. I am sure that language originally descended or devolved from poetry. Poetry is the art of language, and its science, ritual, essence, epitome, condensation, and vehicle both of remembrance as well as of movement.