fireguzzi wrote:The last two paragraphs in your story reminded me a bit of a book called Siddhartha by Herman Hesse.
Damn! You caught me out there fg. I was a great fan of Hesse's novels in my twenties. (Back in the early 1970s you had to be. It was compulsory.

) Most people at that time raved about "Steppenwolf" but I was never able to identify with its hero and couldn't get on with it. "Narzis and Goldmund" though, was my favourite book for years. It's about how we can heal the deep wound that culture has made in our human psyches - the split between the heart and the mind, the wild and the rational. I see riding a motorcycle in precisely those terms and it's maybe one of the reasons I love it so much.
"Siddhartha" was based on the life and teachings of the Buddha. Although I'm not in the slightest bit religious, the way I think about the world has been deeply influenced by Buddhist philosophy and practice. Hesse describes his own version of that in the last pages of "Siddhartha."
So, you're absolutely right. The similarity is no coincidence.