Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance: The Book that I Should Have Finished but Failed

I love books. I love books that delve on values most especially. Thirteen of my favorites, i.e., something that I've read more than three times and cared enough to hand out as gifts or lend to my friends are as follows:
  1. First You Have to Row a Little Boat: Reflections on Life and Living
    2. by Richard Bode;
  2. Availability: The Problem and the Gift by Robert J. Wicks
  3. The Road Less Traveled: A New Psychology of Love, Traditional Values and Spiritual Growth by M. Scott Peck
  4. Conjectures of a Guilty Bystander by Thomas Merton
  5. The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint Exupery
  6. Hope for the Flowers by Trina Paulus
  7. The Alchemist by Paolo Coelho
  8. Small is Beautiful: Economics as if People Mattered by E.F. Schumacher 
  9. Myth of Sisyphus, and Other Essays by Albert Camus
  10. Jesus Before Christianity by Albert Nolan
  11. Tuesdays with Morrie: An Old Man, A Young Man and Life's Greatest Lesson by Mitch Albom
  12. Voices of Silence: The Lives of Trappists Today by Frank Bianco
  13. All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten by Robert Fulghum 
There should be number 14 but I am undecided what title and whose authorship I want to include. But one thing I am certain about and something that keeps on pestering even my subconscious mind--that I should have collected, cared to finish reading and to reread again and again Robert Pirsig's Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. I first encountered a copy of it while perusing Sartre's works as I attempted to posit that human fulfillment is possible (or tacit) in a Sartrean weltanschuung. I was engrossed of finding my way down the nauseatic lane that I did not pursue the experience of asking myself the question of what is good and what is not. I was dismissive that such rhetorical questions are just nuisance to finding at the end of the road the answers to the great questions of life. So now though late it might be, I set myself to be asked after Pheadrus:
    "And what is good, Phaedrus, and what is not good--Need we ask anyone to tell us these things?" 

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