David Foster Wallace Kenyon College, Gambier, Ohio, USA MAY 21, 2005 If anybody feels like perspiring, I’d invite you to go ahead, because I’m sure going to [pulls up his gown and takes out a handkerchief from his pocket]. Greetings, thanks, and congratulations to Kenyon’s graduating class of 2005. There are these two young fish swimming along and they happen to meet an older fish swimming the other way, who nods at them and says “Morning, boys. How’s the water?” And the two young fish swim on for a bit, and then eventually one of them looks over at the other and goes “What the hell is water?” This is a standard requirement of US commencement speeches, the deployment of didactic little parable-ish stories. The story thing turns out to be one of the better, less bullshitty conventions of the genre, but if you’re worried that I plan to present myself here as the wise, older fish explaining what water is to you younger fish, please don’t be. I am not the wise old fish. The point of the fish story is merely that the most obvious, important realities are often the ones that are hardest to see and talk about. Stated as an English sentence, of course, this is just a banal platitude, but the fact is that in the day to day trenches of adult existence, banal platitudes can have a life or death importance, or so I wish to suggest to you on this dry and lovely morning. Of course the main requirement of speeches like this is that I’m supposed to talk about your liberal arts education’s meaning, to try to explain why the degree you are about to receive has actual human value instead of just a material payoff. So let’s talk about the single most pervasive cliché in the commencement speech genre, which is that a liberal arts education is not so much about filling you up with knowledge as it is about quote teaching you how to think. If you’re like me as a student, you’ve never liked hearing this, and you tend to feel a bit insulted by the claim that you needed anybody to teach you how to think, since the fact that you even got admitted to a college this good seems like proof that you already know how to think. But I’m going to posit to you that the liberal arts cliché turns out not to be insulting at all, because the really significant education in thinking that we’re supposed to get in a place like this isn’t really about the capacity to think, but rather about the choice of what to think about. If your total freedom of choice regarding what to think about seems too obvious to waste time discussing, I’d ask you to think about fish and water, and to bracket for just a few minutes your skepticism about the value of the totally obvious. Here’s another didactic little story. There are these two guys sitting together in a bar in the remote Alaskan wilderness. One of the guys is religious, the other is an atheist, and the two are arguing about the existence of God with that special intensity that comes after about the fourth beer. And the atheist says: “Look, it’s not like I don’t have actual reasons for not believing in God. It’s not like I haven’t ever experimented with the whole God and prayer thing. Just last month I got caught away from the camp in that terrible blizzard, and I was totally lost and I couldn’t see a thing, and it was fifty below, and so I tried it: I fell to my knees in the snow and cried out ‘Oh, God, if there is a God, I’m lost in this blizzard, and I’m gonna die if you don’t help me.’” And now, in the bar, the religious guy looks at the atheist all puzzled. “Well then you must believe now,” he says, “After all, here you are, alive.” The atheist just rolls his eyes. “No, man, all that was was a couple Eskimos happened to come wandering by and showed me the way back to camp.” It’s easy to run this story through kind of a standard liberal arts analysis: the exact same experience can mean two totally different things to two different people, given those people’s two different belief templates and two different ways of constructing meaning from experience. Because we prize tolerance and diversity of belief, nowhere in our liberal arts analysis do we want to claim that one guy’s interpretation is true and the other guy’s is false or bad. Which is fine, except we also never end up talking about just where these individual templates and beliefs come from. Meaning, where they come from INSIDE the two guys. As if a person’s most basic orientation toward the world, and the meaning of his experience were somehow just hard-wired, like height or shoe-size; or automatically absorbed from the culture, like language. As if how we construct meaning were not actually a matter of personal, intentional choice. Plus, there’s the matter of arrogance. The nonreligious guy is so totally certain in his dismissal of the possibility that the passing Eskimos had anything to do with his prayer for help. True, there are plenty of religious people who seem arrogant and certain of their own interpretations, too. They’re probably even more repulsive than atheists, at least to most of us. But religious dogmatists’ problem is exactly the same as the story’s unbeliever: blind certainty, a close-mindedness that amounts to an imprisonment so total that the prisoner doesn’t even know he’s locked up. The point here is that I think this is one part of what teaching me how to think is really supposed to mean. To be just a little less arrogant. To have just a little critical awareness about myself and my certainties. Because a huge percentage of the stuff that I tend to be automatically certain of is, it turns out, totally wrong and deluded. I have learned this the hard way, as I predict you graduates will, too. Here is just one example of the total wrongness of something I tend to be automatically sure of: everything in my own immediate experience supports my deep belief that I am the absolute center of the universe; the realest, most vivid and important person in existence. We rarely talk about this natural, basic self-centeredness because it’s so socially repulsive. But it’s pretty much the same for all of us. It is our default setting, hard-wired into our boards at birth. Think about it: there is no experience you have had that you are not at the absolute center of. The world as you experience it is there in front of YOU or behind YOU, to the left or right of YOU, on YOUR TV or YOUR monitor. And so on. Other people’s thoughts and feelings have to be communicated to you somehow, but your own are so immediate, urgent, real. Please don’t worry that I’m getting ready to lecture you about compassion or other-directedness or all the so-called virtues. This is not a matter of virtue. It’s a matter of my choosing to do the work of somehow altering or getting free of my natural, hard-wired default setting which is to be deeply and literally self-centered and to see and interpret everything through this lens of self. People who can adjust their natural default setting this way are often described as being “well-adjusted”, which I suggest to you is not an accidental term. Given the triumphant academic setting here, an obvious question is how much of this work of adjusting our default setting involves actual knowledge or intellect. This question gets very tricky. Probably the most dangerous thing about an academic education – least in my own case – is that it enables my tendency to over-intellectualize stuff, to get lost in abstract argument inside my head, instead of simply paying attention to what is going on right in front of me, paying attention to what is going on inside me. As I’m sure you guys know by now, it is extremely difficult to stay alert and attentive, instead of getting hypnotized by the constant monologue inside your own head (may be happening right now). Twenty years after my own graduation, I have come gradually to understand that the liberal arts cliché about teaching you how to think is actually shorthand for a much deeper, more serious idea: learning how to think really means learning how to exercise some control over how and what you think. It means being conscious and aware enough to choose what you pay attention to and to choose how you construct meaning from experience. Because if you cannot exercise this kind of choice in adult life, you will be totally hosed. Think of the old cliché about “the mind being an excellent servant but a terrible master”. This, like many clichés, so lame and unexciting on the surface, actually expresses a great and terrible truth. It is not the least bit coincidental that adults who commit suicide with firearms almost always shoot themselves in: the head. They shoot the terrible master. And the truth is that most of these suicides are actually dead long before they pull the trigger. And I submit that this is what the real, no bullshit value of your liberal arts education is supposed to be about: how to keep from going through your comfortable, prosperous, respectable adult life dead, unconscious, a slave to your head and to your natural default setting of being uniquely, completely, imperially alone day in and day out. That may sound like hyperbole, or abstract nonsense. Let’s get concrete. The plain fact is that you graduating seniors do not yet have any clue what “day in, day out” really means. There happen to be whole, large parts of adult American life that nobody talks about in commencement speeches. One such part involves boredom, routine, and petty frustration. The parents and older folks here will know all too well what I’m talking about. By way of example, let’s say it’s an average adult day, and you get up in the morning, go to your challenging, white-collar, college-graduate job, and you work hard for eight or ten hours, and at the end of the day you’re tired and somewhat stressed and all you want is to go home and have a good supper and maybe unwind for an hour, and then hit the sack early because, of course, you have to get up the next day and do it all again. But then you remember there’s no food at home. You haven’t had time to shop this week because of your challenging job, and so now after work you have to get in your car and drive to the supermarket. It’s the end of a work day and the traffic is apt to be: very bad. So getting to the store takes way longer than it should, and when you finally get there, the supermarket is very crowded, because of course it’s the time of day when all the other people with jobs also try to squeeze in some grocery shopping. And the store is hideously, flourescently lit and infused with soul-killing muzak or corporate pop and it’s pretty much the last place you want to be but you can’t just get in and quickly out; you have to wander all over the huge, over-lit store’s confusing aisles to find the stuff you want and you have to maneuver your junky cart through all these other tired, hurried people with carts (et cetera, et cetera, cutting stuff out because this is a long ceremony) and eventually you get all your supper supplies, except now it turns out there aren’t enough check-out lanes open even though it’s the end-of-the-day rush. So the checkout line is incredibly long, which is stupid and infuriating. But you can’t take your frustration out on the frantic lady working the register, who is overworked at a job whose daily tedium and meaninglessness surpasses the imagination of any of us here at a prestigious college. But anyway, you finally get to the checkout line’s front, and you pay for your food, and you get told to “Have a nice day” in a voice that is the absolute voice of death. Then you have to take your creepy, flimsy, plastic bags of groceries in your cart with the one crazy wheel that pulls maddeningly to the left, all the way out through the crowded, bumpy, littery parking lot, and then you have to drive all the way home through slow, heavy, SUV-intensive, rush-hour traffic, et cetera et cetera. Everyone here has done this, of course. But it hasn’t yet been part of you graduates’ actual life routine, day after week after month after year. But it will be. And many more dreary, annoying, seemingly meaningless routines besides. But that is not the point. The point is that petty, frustrating crap like this is exactly where the work of choosing is gonna come in. Because the traffic jams and crowded aisles and long checkout lines give me time to think, and if I don’t make a conscious decision about how to think and what to pay attention to, I’m gonna be pissed and miserable every time I have to shop. Because my natural default setting is the certainty that situations like this are really all about me. About MY hungriness and MY fatigue and MY desire to just get home, and it’s going to seem for all the world like everybody else is just in my way. And who are all these people in my way? And look at how repulsive most of them are, and how stupid and cow-like and dead-eyed and nonhuman they seem in the checkout line, or at how annoying and rude it is that people are talking loudly on cell phones in the middle of the line. And look at how deeply, personally unfair this is. Or, of course, if I’m in a more socially conscious liberal arts form of my default setting, I can spend time in the end-of-the-day traffic being disgusted about all the huge, stupid, lane-blocking SUV’s and Hummers and V-12 pickup trucks, burning their wasteful, selfish, forty-gallon tanks of gas, and I can dwell on the fact that the patriotic or religious bumper-stickers always seem to be on the biggest, most disgustingly selfish vehicles, driven by the ugliest [responding here to loud applause] (this is an example of how NOT to think, though) most disgustingly selfish vehicles, driven by the ugliest, most inconsiderate and aggressive drivers. And I can think about how our children’s children will despise us for wasting all the future’s fuel, and probably screwing up the climate, and how spoiled and stupid and selfish and disgusting we all are, and how modern consumer society just sucks, and so forth and so on. You get the idea. If I choose to think this way in a store and on the freeway, fine. Lots of us do. Except thinking this way tends to be so easy and automatic that it doesn’t have to be a choice. It is my natural default setting. It’s the automatic way that I experience the boring, frustrating, crowded parts of adult life when I’m operating on the automatic, unconscious belief that I am the center of the world, and that my immediate needs and feelings are what should determine the world’s priorities. The thing is that, of course, there are totally different ways to think about these kinds of situations. In this traffic, all these vehicles stuck and idling in my way, it’s not impossible that some of these people in SUV’s have been in horrible auto accidents in the past, and now find driving so terrifying that their therapist has all but ordered them to get a huge, heavy SUV so they can feel safe enough to drive. Or that the Hummer that just cut me off is maybe being driven by a father whose little child is hurt or sick in the seat next to him, and he’s trying to get this kid to the hospital, and he’s in a way bigger, more legitimate hurry than I am: it is actually I who am in HIS way. Or I can choose to force myself to consider the likelihood that everyone else in the supermarket’s checkout line is just as bored and frustrated as I am, and that some of these people probably have much harder, more tedious or painful lives than I do. Again, please don’t think that I’m giving you moral advice, or that I’m saying you are supposed to think this way, or that anyone expects you to just automatically do it. Because it’s hard. It takes will and effort, and if you are like me, some days you won’t be able to do it, or you just flat out won’t want to. But most days, if you’re aware enough to give yourself a choice, you can choose to look differently at this fat, dead-eyed, over-made-up lady who just screamed at her kid in the checkout line. Maybe she’s not usually like this. Maybe she’s been up three straight nights holding the hand of a husband who is dying of bone cancer. Or maybe this very lady is the low-wage clerk at the motor vehicle department, who just yesterday helped your spouse resolve a horrific, infuriating, red-tape problem through some small act of bureaucratic kindness. Of course, none of this is likely, but it’s also not impossible. It just depends what you what to consider. If you’re automatically sure that you know what reality is, and who or what is really important; if you want to operate on your default setting, then you, like me, probably won’t consider possibilities that aren’t annoying and miserable. But if you really learn how to pay attention, then you will know there are other options. It will actually be within your power to experience a crowded, hot, slow, consumer-hell type situation as not only meaningful, but sacred, on fire with the same force that made the stars: love, fellowship, the mystical oneness of all things deep down. Not that that mystical stuff is necessarily true. The only thing that’s capital-T True is that you get to decide how you’re gonna try to see it. This, I submit, is the freedom of a real education, of learning how to be well-adjusted. You get to consciously decide what has meaning and what doesn’t. You get to decide what to worship. Because here’s something else that’s weird but true: in the day-to day trenches of adult life, there is actually no such thing as atheism. There is no such thing as not worshipping. Everybody worships. The only choice we get is what to worship. And the compelling reason for maybe choosing some sort of god or spiritual-type thing to worship – be it JC or Allah, be it Yaweh or the Wiccan Mother Goddess, or the Four Noble Truths, or some inviolable set of ethical principles – is that pretty much anything else you worship will eat you alive. If you worship money and things, if they are where you tap real meaning in life, then you will never have enough, never feel you have enough. It’s the truth. Worship your body and beauty and sexual allure and you will always feel ugly. And when time and age start showing, you will die a million deaths before they finally grieve you. On one level, we all know this stuff already. It’s been codified as myths, proverbs, clichés, epigrams, parables; the skeleton of every great story. The whole trick is keeping the truth up front in daily consciousness. Worship power, you will end up feeling weak and afraid, and you will need ever more power over others to numb you to your own fear. Worship your intellect, being seen as smart, you will end up feeling stupid, a fraud, always on the verge of being found out. But the insidious thing about these forms of worship is not that they’re evil or sinful, it’s that they’re unconscious. They are default settings. They’re the kind of worship you just gradually slip into, day after day, getting more and more selective about what you see and how you measure value without ever being fully aware that that’s what you’re doing. And the so-called real world will not discourage you from operating on your default settings, because the so-called real world of men and money and power hums merrily along on the fuel of fear and anger and frustration and craving and worship of self. Our own present culture has harnessed these forces in ways that have yielded extraordinary wealth and comfort and personal freedom. The freedom all to be lords of our tiny skull-sized kingdoms, alone at the center of all creation. This kind of freedom has much to recommend it. But of course there are all different kinds of freedom, and the kind that is most precious you will not hear much talked about much in the great outside world of wanting and achieving. The really important kind of freedom involves attention and awareness and discipline, and being able truly to care about other people and to sacrifice for them over and over in myriad petty, unsexy ways every day. That is real freedom. That is being educated, and understanding how to think. The alternative is unconsciousness, the default setting, the rat race, the constant gnawing sense of having had, and lost, some infinite thing. I know that this stuff probably doesn’t sound fun and breezy or grandly inspirational the way a commencement speech is supposed to sound. What it is, as far as I can see, is the capital-T Truth, with a whole lot of rhetorical niceties stripped away. You are, of course, free to think of it whatever you wish. But please don’t just dismiss it as just some finger-wagging Dr. Laura sermon. None of this stuff is really about morality or religion or dogma or big fancy questions of life after death. The capital-T Truth is about life BEFORE death. It is about the real value of a real education, which has almost nothing to do with knowledge, and everything to do with simple awareness; awareness of what is so real and essential, so hidden in plain sight all around us, all the time, that we have to keep reminding ourselves over and over: “This is water.” “This is water.” It is unimaginably hard to do this, to stay conscious and alive in the adult world day in and day out. Which means yet another grand cliché turns out to be true: your education really IS the job of a lifetime. And it commences: now. I wish you way more than luck. |
2017년 10월 20일 금요일
Speech 3 - David Foster Wallace, Kenyon College, 2005
Speech 2 - Martin Luther King’s I have a dream speech August 28 1963
Martin Luther King’s I have a dream speech August 28 1963
I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.
Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of captivity.
But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languished in the corners of American society and finds himself in exile in his own land. So we have come here today to dramatize an shameful condition.
In a sense we've come to our nation's Capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir.
This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the unalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check; a check which has come back marked "insufficient funds."
But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. So we have come to cash this check- a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice.
We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism.
Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God's children.
It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.
But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred. We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force.
The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. And they have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone.
And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?"
We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality.
We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities.
We cannot be satisfied as long as the Negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one.
We can never be satisfied as long as our chlidren are stripped of their selfhood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating "for whites only."
We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote.
No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.
I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.
Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair.
I say to you today, my friends, so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident; that all men are created equal."
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.
I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification, that one day right down in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exhalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.
This is our hope. This is the faith that I will go back to the South with. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood.
With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.
This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with new meaning, "My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the Pilgrims' pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring."
And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania.
Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado. Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California. But not only that; let freedom ring from the Stone Mountain of Georgia. Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee.
Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.
And when this happens, and when we allow freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, "Free at last! Free at last! Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"
I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.
Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of captivity.
But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languished in the corners of American society and finds himself in exile in his own land. So we have come here today to dramatize an shameful condition.
In a sense we've come to our nation's Capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir.
This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the unalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check; a check which has come back marked "insufficient funds."
But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. So we have come to cash this check- a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice.
We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism.
Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God's children.
It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.
But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred. We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force.
The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. And they have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone.
And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?"
We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality.
We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities.
We cannot be satisfied as long as the Negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one.
We can never be satisfied as long as our chlidren are stripped of their selfhood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating "for whites only."
We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote.
No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.
I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.
Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair.
I say to you today, my friends, so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident; that all men are created equal."
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.
I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification, that one day right down in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exhalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.
This is our hope. This is the faith that I will go back to the South with. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood.
With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.
This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with new meaning, "My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the Pilgrims' pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring."
And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania.
Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado. Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California. But not only that; let freedom ring from the Stone Mountain of Georgia. Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee.
Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.
And when this happens, and when we allow freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, "Free at last! Free at last! Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"
Top Ten Commencement Speeches of All Time
1/ David Foster Wallace “Real Freedom?” Kenyon 2005 2/ J. K. Rowling “Failure and Imagination” Harvard 2008 3/ Paul Hawken ”The Earth is Hiring” Portland 2009 4/ Barbara Kingsolver “Your Money or Your LIfe” Duke 2008 5/ Steve Jobs “Find What You Love” Stanford 2005 6/ Bono “That’s Not a Cause. That’s an Emergency.” Penn 2004 7/ Vaclav Havel “Radical Renewal of Human Responsibility” Harvard 1995 8/ Toni Morrison “Be Your Own Story” Wellesley 2004 9/ Neil Gaiman “Make Good Art” University of the Arts 2012 10/ George Saunders “Becoming Kinder” Syracuse 2013 http://www.humanity.org/voices/commencements |
Speech 1 - Steve Jobs’ 2005 Stanford Commencement Address
Steve Jobs’ 2005 Stanford Commencement Address I’m honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. Truth be told, I never graduated from college and this is the closest I’ve ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That’s it. No big deal. Just three stories. The first story is about connecting the dots. I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out? It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: “We got an unexpected baby boy; do you want him?” They said: “Of course.” My biological mother found out later that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would go to college. This was the start in my life. And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents’ savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn’t see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me figure it out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made. The minute I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn’t interest me, and begin dropping in on the ones that looked far more interesting. It wasn’t all romantic. I didn’t have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends’ rooms, I returned Coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example: Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn’t have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and sans serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can’t capture, and I found it fascinating. None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But 10 years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, it’s likely that no personal computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backward 10 years later. Again, you can’t connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. Because believing that the dots will connect down the road will give you the confidence to follow your heart, even it won’t lead you off the well-worn path. And that will make all the difference. My second story is about love and loss. I was lucky — I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents’ garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4,000 employees. We had just released our finest creation — the Macintosh — a year earlier, and I had just turned 30. And then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our Board of Directors sided with him. So at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating. I really didn’t know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down — that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure, and I even thought about running away from the valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me — I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I had been rejected, but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over. I didn’t see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life. During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the world’s first computer animated feature film, Toy Story, and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I returned to Apple, and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple’s current renaissance. And Laurene and I have a wonderful family together. I’m pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn’t been fired from Apple. It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don’t lose faith. I’m convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You’ve got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven’t found it yet, keep looking and don’t settle. As with all matters of the heart, you’ll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking. Don’t settle. My third story is about death. When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: “If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you’ll most certainly be right.” It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: “If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?” And whenever the answer has been “No” for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something. Remembering that I’ll be dead soon is the most important tool I’ve ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure — these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart. About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning, and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn’t even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctor’s code for prepare to die. It means to try to tell your kids everything you thought you’d have the next 10 years to tell them in just a few months. It means to make sure everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes. I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy, where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach and into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated, but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope the doctors started crying because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and thankfully I’m fine now. This was the closest I’ve been to facing death, and I hope it’s the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept: No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don’t want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life’s change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true. Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary. When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalog, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late 1960s, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors and Polaroid cameras. It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along: It was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notions. Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words: “Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.” It was their farewell message as they signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have always wished that for myself. And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. Thank you all very much. |
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인문학 강의 2016
2016 디자인 세미나 무인양품 Masaaki Kanai 회장 (2016.9.22.) "시민발 생활 미학 운동 - 사상의 계승과 탐구" - 무지(Muji)의 대전략 "도움이 되다" - 지금까지 풍요로운 생활만을 추구하던 디자인이 수난 - 자기 가축화의 진행 - 오늘날 고도 성장은 했지만, 고도 성숙하지 못함 60년 전 가치는 겸손/솔직/인내/공존/희망, 오늘날(GDP 60배 증가) 가치는 오만/억지/남을 탓함/자기중심/불안 - "無의 用" by 노자 - 일, 수입, 소비로 이어지는 생활방식. "도움이 되다" 감각을 가지기 힘들다. 주식과 게임이 사회에 어떤 도움이 되나? - 기분 좋은 생활 "이것으로 충분하다" : Muji의 일 정성/간소/섬세/간결/조화 - 우리에게 가장 중요한 문제 : 물/식량/에너지 부족, 지구온난화, 저출산/고령화, 분쟁 그러나, 문제 삼지 않음 (타조 증후군) - 사회의 과제는 한사람 한사람의 과제이며, 비즈니스의 과제임. - 문명은 공통화, 문화는 차이, 글로벌화는 양극화 - 절대가치(육상/수영)인가 상대가치(축구/야구)인가? - 무인양품 활동 "현지화/토착화" : 자연과의 공생, 공동체를 재생, Creative 존중 ★ 분명 누군가에게 도움이 될 것입니다. 누군가가 공감해줄 것입니다. 누군가가 기뻐해줄 것입니다. 인문학 클래스 1. 박웅현 CCO (2016.10.7.) "나에게 인문학이란? 문답을 통한 인문학 의미 고찰" - 직장 생활은 수단, 아내에게 복종 가장 중요한 Client는 가족. 사생활은 공무에 우선. 개인이 잠시 빠져도 돌아가게 하는 것이 조직 시스템의 힘. - 인생 멋있게 사는 방법 "관계의 역전. 팀원(아랫사람)을 무섭게 봐라." 같이 일하고 싶게 해야 함. 존중해야 함. 일이 빨라진다고 느끼게 판단을 빨리 해야 함. - "우리들의 무의식을 믿자" Spark of the Genius - 돈을 추구한다고 따라오지 않음. 돈을 오게 해야 함. 장점을 가지고 조직에 기여. - Art는 표현, Design은 배려 (아랫)사람이 가장 중요 - 데미안 첫 문장 "나에게서 솟아나오는 것. 나는 그것을 살고 싶었다." - 어른스러움. Happily ever after는 없음. 사랑은 식는다. 나이가 들면 어쩔 수 없는 사랑을 함. 바꿀 수 없는 건 싫어하지 않는다. Love your fate. (적극적 운명론) 죽음을 기억하라. - "기어이 내 선택을 옳게 만든다." Life is simple. Make a choice, and don't look back. - 인문학은 객관적인 조건을 바라보는 시선을 바꿔줌. - 생각의 지평 확장 : 여행, 책, 대화 - 원래 인생이 그런 것임. 위기와 두려움은 당연함. "그냥 견뎌라." - 자기 일에 대한 가치 열패감을 돌파. 뚫고 나감. 2. 강원국 교수 (2016.10.14.) "생각이 글이 되려면 - 사람의 마음을 움직이는 글쓰기" - 발표를 잘 하려면 관객 입장이 되오 보기 (미리 가서 자리에서 무대를 바라보기), 자신이 전하고자 하는 메세지에 집중하기 - 말하듯이 써라 by 볼테르 - 글이 안 써진다는 것은 욕심을 부리고 있는 것임 - 사람의 생각을 아는 방법은 글, 말 밖에 없음. 글과 말이 인격과 수준임. - 글을 잘 쓰는 사람의 특징 (1) 글쓰기를 좋아함 (2) 글쓰기 목적이 분명함 (3) 글쓰기의 가치를 알고 있음 (4) 글을 잘 쓴다고 생각함 - 처음에는 안 써지다가도 써지는 순간이 반드시 온다. 암중모색. 생각과 글쓰기는 처음이 어렵지 나중에 폭발함. 뇌의 여러 Hot Spot을 부딪쳐 보는 과정을 거쳐 나옴. 환기를 시켜줘야 하고, 폭발 후 절제가 필요함. - 일단 써 놓아야 글이 시작됨. (작동시작이론) - 뇌는 과제를 주면 완결하려고 함 ex. 첫사랑 or 실패는 계속 기억 (러시아 심리학자 자이가르니) 뇌는 간절하고 절실하면 계속 일함. 패턴 완성 기능. 멀티태스킹 안됨. - 실력이 늘 때 : 갑자기 끼어드는 일, 내 일이 아닌 일, 자기 역량을 뛰어넘는 일을 하게 될 때 - 위기감 조성(ex. 시간 제약) 하고 반드시 해야 하는 말부터 쓰기 - 조직의 원리 : 불안감 조성, 경쟁 자극 - 직장인 필수 요소 : 자기효능론(과제 달성 능력) + 회복탄력성(딛고 일어서는 능력) - 아랫사람(담당자)이 고민을 제일 많이 함. 위로 갈수록 정보가 더 많음. 정보는 관계임. 고민 많이 하고 정보가 많으면 잘 쓸 수 밖에 없음. - 주인의식 가지면 성과 증가 : 권한 위임, 성장하는 느낌. 경청하고 질문하고 피드백 해주어야 함. - 글을 잘 쓰려면 (1) 어휘력 : 단어의 뜻을 아는 것이 글쓰기의 실마리. A4 1장 분량의 글에서 5개 단어 사전 검색. 키워드를 국어사전(사전적 정의)과 백과사전(개념적 정의)에서 찾아보기. 유의어를 찾아보고 더 맞는 말 찾아써야 함. 1물1어설 : 딱 맞는 말은 단 하나뿐임 by 플루베르 딱 맞는 단어는 번갯불과 반딧불의 차이임. 딱 맞는 단어로 글이 빛이 남 by 마크 트웨인 (2) 문장력 : 단문으로 쓸 것. 주어와 서술어 위주로 쓰고 형용사, 부사는 적게 쓸 것 문단 안에서 첫 문장은 주장하는 말로 쓸 것 글쓰기는 요약하는 능력임. 반론을 해 볼 것. 다각도, 다단계로 인과관계 찾기 강준만 칼럼으로 요약, 반론 연습해보기 (3) 글 전개의 틀 : 비교/대조, 분류/구분, 단계/수준 등 오답노트 가질 것. 30개 Checklist 계속 고칠 것. 잠깐잠깐 자주 봐야 함. 괴테는 파우스트를 60년 동안 썼음. - 나쁜 글쓰기 습관 생각을 했다, SNS 상에서 (~적, ~화), 나에게 있어서, ~ 대하여 (→ ~ 관하여), ~되어, ~됩니다, ~ 것이다, 동어반복 등 - 제일 중요한 것은 생각임. 100개의 자기 생각 가질 것. - 습관화하면 뇌가 거부하는 것도 적응하게 됨. 자신만의 Hub를 가질 것. 3. 전영애 교수 (2016.10.21.) / 여백서원 "문학의 공간, 시인의 집에 머물다" - 무엇을 하느냐 보다 어떻게 하느냐가 중요함 4. 최일범 교수 (2016.10.26.) "동양철학의 사유 방법" - 유교 '인의예지' (仁義禮智) : 올바른 사랑, 정의, 사회구조, 옳고 그름을 구별 - 도교 '무위자연' (無爲自然) : 인간이 하는 게 없고, 자연으로 보냄. 산에 가는 이유는 인간 관계 속에서 나를 격리 하는 것. - 불교 '색즉시공' (色卽是空) : 불교가 극복하려는 과제. 망상, 무명(無明), 어리석음, 집착. 서양이 정신치료 관점에서 불교를 주목 - 아들러 '미움받을 용기'는 10번 읽어야 함. 프로이트, 융, 아들러, 빅터 프랭클은 동양 철학 영향 받음. 인간의 행복과 불행은 인간관계에서 비롯됨. 유교의 오륜(五倫) 군신, 부자, 부부, 형제, 친구 중에서 부부가 중심. 道는 부부에서 출발한다. - 종교가 지배하는 시대는 지났음. 현 시대는 심리적으로 불안한 시대. 도피 → 저출산, 싱글족. 미래 인간의 비전과 문명적 토대는 어디에 있나? - 근대는 바이러스(외부 공격)가 지배, 현대는 신경계 질병(내면 공격)이 지배 by 한병철 교수 "피로 사회" - 자기 주관 뚜렷하지 못하면 감정에 휘둘림 불교는 2000년 전에 '무의식'을 발견. 인간의 내면 속 감정과 에너지에 집착, 몰두하지 말고 소화, 배출시켜야 함. 운동, 음악, 문학(인문학)을 통해 대리만족하면서 배출 불교의 空 사상은 자기를 버리는 것 - 일류는 허상임. 성숙하고 인류애적인 철학이 있어야 함. 끊임없이 경쟁하는 회사 생활은 즐겁지 않음. 신뢰관계를 구축하고 마음이 안정되면 행복해짐. 서로 이익을 가지고만 다투면 국가가 무너짐 by 맹자 - 논어의 출발은 즐길 수 있는 공부 자기 인격이 독립되면 남을 진정으로 축하해 줌. 자기 확신과 주도적인 삶 (인격 성숙) - 결말과 끝을 보고 행동하라 from 성공하는 사람들의 7가지 습관 - 인문학이란 나를 돌아보는 시간, 내 마음을 들여다보도록 주위를 환기시키는 것. |
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임태주 시인 어머니의 편지
아들아, 보아라.
나는 원체 배우지 못했다. 호미 잡는 것보다 글 쓰는 것이 천만 배 고되다.
그리 알고, 서툴게 썼더라도 너는 새겨서 읽으면 된다.
내 유품을 뒤적여 네가 이 편지를 수습할 때면 나는 이미 다른 세상에 가 있을 것이다.
서러워할 일도 가슴 칠 일도 아니다.
가을이 지나고 겨울이 왔을 뿐이다.
살아도 산 것이 아니고, 죽어도 죽은 것이 아닌 것도 있다.
살려서 간직하는 건 산 사람의 몫이다. 그러니 무엇을 슬퍼한단 말이냐.
나는 옛날 사람이라서 주어진 대로 살았다.
마음대로라는 게 애당초 없는 줄 알고 살았다.
너희를 낳을 때는 힘들었지만, 낳고 보니 정답고 의지가 돼서 좋았고,
들에 나가 돌밭을 고를 때는 고단했지만,
밭이랑에서 당근이며 무며 감자알이 통통하게 몰려나올 때
내가 조물주인 것처럼 좋았다.
깨꽃은 얼마나 예쁘더냐. 양파꽃은 얼마나 환하더냐.
나는 도라지 씨를 일부러 넘치게 뿌렸다. 그 자태 고운 도라지꽃들이 무리지어 넘실거릴 때
내게는 그곳이 극락이었다.
나는 뿌리고 기르고 거두었으니 이것으로 족하다.
나는 뜻이 없다.
그런 걸 내세울 지혜가 있을 리 없다.
나는 밥 지어 먹이는 것으로 내 소임을 다했다.
봄이 오면 여린 쑥을 뜯어다 된장국을 끓였고,
여름에는 강에 나가 재첩 한 소쿠리 얻어다 맑은 국을 끓였다.
가을에는 미꾸라지를 무쇠솥에 삶아 추어탕을 끓였고,
겨울에는 가을무를 썰어 칼칼한 동태탕을 끓여냈다.
이것이 내 삶의 전부다.
너는 책 줄이라도 읽었으니 나를 헤아릴 것이다.
너 어렸을 적, 네가 나에게 맺힌 듯이 물었었다.
이장집 잔치 마당에서 일 돕던 다른 여편네들은 제 새끼들 불러
전 나부랭이며 유밀과 부스러기를 주섬주섬 챙겨 먹일 때
엄마는 왜 못 본 척 나를 외면했느냐고 내게 따져 물었다.
나는 여태 대답하지 않았다.
높은 사람들이 만든 세상의 지엄한 윤리와 법도를 나는 모른다.
그저 사람 사는 데는 인정과 도리가 있어야 한다는 것만 겨우 알 뿐이다.
남의 예식이지만 나는 그에 맞는 예의를 보이려고 했다.
그것은 가난과 상관없는 나의 인정이었고 도리였다.
그런데 네가 그 일을 서러워하며 물을 때마다 나도 가만히 아팠다.
생각할수록 두고두고 잘못한 일이 되었다.
내 도리의 값어치보다 네 입에 들어가는 떡 한 점이 더 지엄하고 존귀하다는 걸
어미로서 너무 늦게 알았다.
내 가슴에 박힌 멍울이다.
이미 용서했더라도 애미를 용서하거라.
부박하기 그지없다. 네가 어미 사는 것을 보았듯이
산다는 것은 종잡을 수가 없다.
요망하기가 한여름 날씨 같아서 비 내리겠다 싶은 날은 해가 나고,
맑구나 싶은 날은 느닷없이 소낙비가 들이닥친다.
나는 새벽마다 물 한 그릇 올리고 촛불 한 자루 밝혀서 천지신명께 기댔다.
운수소관의 변덕을 어쩌진 못해도 아주 못살게 하지는 않을 거라고 믿었다.
물살이 센 강을 건널 때는 물살을 따라 같이 흐르면서 건너야 한다.
너는 네가 세운 뜻으로 너를 가두지 말고, 네가 정한 잣대로 남을 아프게 하지도 마라.
네가 아프면 남도 아프고, 남이 힘들면 너도 힘들게 된다.
해롭고 이롭고는 이것을 기준으로 삼으면 아무 탈이 없을 것이다.
세상 사는 거 별 거 없다. 속 끓이지 말고 살아라.
너는 이 애미처럼 애태우고 참으며 제 속을 파먹고 살지 마라.
힘든 날이 있을 것이다. 힘든 날은 참지 말고 울음을 꺼내 울어라.
더없이 좋은 날도 있을 것이다. 그런 날은 참지 말고 기뻐하고 자랑하고 다녀라.
세상 것은 욕심을 내면 호락호락 곁을 내주지 않지만,
욕심을 덜면 봄볕에 담벼락 허물어지듯이 허술하고 다정한 구석을 내보여 줄 것이다.
별 것 없다. 체면 차리지 말고 살아라.
왕후장상의 씨가 따로 없고 귀천이 따로 없는 세상이니 네가 너의 존엄을 세우면 그만일 것이다.
아녀자들이 알곡의 티끌을 고를 때 키를 높이 들고 바람에 까분다.
뉘를 고를 때는 채를 가까이 끌어당겨 흔든다.
티끌은 가벼우니 멀리 날려 보내려고 그러는 것이고, 뉘는 자세히 보아야 하니 그런 것이다.
사는 이치가 이와 다르지 않더구나.
부질없고 쓸모없는 것들은 담아두지 말고 바람 부는 언덕배기에 올라 날려 보내라.
소중하게 여기는 것이라면 지극히 살피고 몸을 가까이 기울이면 된다.
어려울 일이 없다.
나는 네가 남보란 듯이 잘 살기를 바라지 않는다.억척 떨며 살기를 바라지 않는다.
괴롭지 않게, 마음 가는대로 순순하고 수월하게 살기를 바란다.
혼곤하고 희미하구나.
자주 눈비가 다녀갔지만 맑게 갠 날, 사이사이 살구꽃이 피고
수수가 여물고 단풍물이 들어서 좋았다. 그런대로 괜찮았다.
그러니 내 삶을 가여워하지도 애달파하지도 마라.
부질없이 길게 말했다. 살아서 한 번도 해본 적 없는 말을 여기에 남긴다.
나는 너를 사랑으로 낳아서 사랑으로 키웠다.
내 자식으로 와주어서 고맙고 염치없었다.
너는 정성껏 살아라.
나는 원체 배우지 못했다. 호미 잡는 것보다 글 쓰는 것이 천만 배 고되다.
그리 알고, 서툴게 썼더라도 너는 새겨서 읽으면 된다.
내 유품을 뒤적여 네가 이 편지를 수습할 때면 나는 이미 다른 세상에 가 있을 것이다.
서러워할 일도 가슴 칠 일도 아니다.
가을이 지나고 겨울이 왔을 뿐이다.
살아도 산 것이 아니고, 죽어도 죽은 것이 아닌 것도 있다.
살려서 간직하는 건 산 사람의 몫이다. 그러니 무엇을 슬퍼한단 말이냐.
나는 옛날 사람이라서 주어진 대로 살았다.
마음대로라는 게 애당초 없는 줄 알고 살았다.
너희를 낳을 때는 힘들었지만, 낳고 보니 정답고 의지가 돼서 좋았고,
들에 나가 돌밭을 고를 때는 고단했지만,
밭이랑에서 당근이며 무며 감자알이 통통하게 몰려나올 때
내가 조물주인 것처럼 좋았다.
깨꽃은 얼마나 예쁘더냐. 양파꽃은 얼마나 환하더냐.
나는 도라지 씨를 일부러 넘치게 뿌렸다. 그 자태 고운 도라지꽃들이 무리지어 넘실거릴 때
내게는 그곳이 극락이었다.
나는 뿌리고 기르고 거두었으니 이것으로 족하다.
나는 뜻이 없다.
그런 걸 내세울 지혜가 있을 리 없다.
나는 밥 지어 먹이는 것으로 내 소임을 다했다.
봄이 오면 여린 쑥을 뜯어다 된장국을 끓였고,
여름에는 강에 나가 재첩 한 소쿠리 얻어다 맑은 국을 끓였다.
가을에는 미꾸라지를 무쇠솥에 삶아 추어탕을 끓였고,
겨울에는 가을무를 썰어 칼칼한 동태탕을 끓여냈다.
이것이 내 삶의 전부다.
너는 책 줄이라도 읽었으니 나를 헤아릴 것이다.
너 어렸을 적, 네가 나에게 맺힌 듯이 물었었다.
이장집 잔치 마당에서 일 돕던 다른 여편네들은 제 새끼들 불러
전 나부랭이며 유밀과 부스러기를 주섬주섬 챙겨 먹일 때
엄마는 왜 못 본 척 나를 외면했느냐고 내게 따져 물었다.
나는 여태 대답하지 않았다.
높은 사람들이 만든 세상의 지엄한 윤리와 법도를 나는 모른다.
그저 사람 사는 데는 인정과 도리가 있어야 한다는 것만 겨우 알 뿐이다.
남의 예식이지만 나는 그에 맞는 예의를 보이려고 했다.
그것은 가난과 상관없는 나의 인정이었고 도리였다.
그런데 네가 그 일을 서러워하며 물을 때마다 나도 가만히 아팠다.
생각할수록 두고두고 잘못한 일이 되었다.
내 도리의 값어치보다 네 입에 들어가는 떡 한 점이 더 지엄하고 존귀하다는 걸
어미로서 너무 늦게 알았다.
내 가슴에 박힌 멍울이다.
이미 용서했더라도 애미를 용서하거라.
부박하기 그지없다. 네가 어미 사는 것을 보았듯이
산다는 것은 종잡을 수가 없다.
요망하기가 한여름 날씨 같아서 비 내리겠다 싶은 날은 해가 나고,
맑구나 싶은 날은 느닷없이 소낙비가 들이닥친다.
나는 새벽마다 물 한 그릇 올리고 촛불 한 자루 밝혀서 천지신명께 기댔다.
운수소관의 변덕을 어쩌진 못해도 아주 못살게 하지는 않을 거라고 믿었다.
물살이 센 강을 건널 때는 물살을 따라 같이 흐르면서 건너야 한다.
너는 네가 세운 뜻으로 너를 가두지 말고, 네가 정한 잣대로 남을 아프게 하지도 마라.
네가 아프면 남도 아프고, 남이 힘들면 너도 힘들게 된다.
해롭고 이롭고는 이것을 기준으로 삼으면 아무 탈이 없을 것이다.
세상 사는 거 별 거 없다. 속 끓이지 말고 살아라.
너는 이 애미처럼 애태우고 참으며 제 속을 파먹고 살지 마라.
힘든 날이 있을 것이다. 힘든 날은 참지 말고 울음을 꺼내 울어라.
더없이 좋은 날도 있을 것이다. 그런 날은 참지 말고 기뻐하고 자랑하고 다녀라.
세상 것은 욕심을 내면 호락호락 곁을 내주지 않지만,
욕심을 덜면 봄볕에 담벼락 허물어지듯이 허술하고 다정한 구석을 내보여 줄 것이다.
별 것 없다. 체면 차리지 말고 살아라.
왕후장상의 씨가 따로 없고 귀천이 따로 없는 세상이니 네가 너의 존엄을 세우면 그만일 것이다.
아녀자들이 알곡의 티끌을 고를 때 키를 높이 들고 바람에 까분다.
뉘를 고를 때는 채를 가까이 끌어당겨 흔든다.
티끌은 가벼우니 멀리 날려 보내려고 그러는 것이고, 뉘는 자세히 보아야 하니 그런 것이다.
사는 이치가 이와 다르지 않더구나.
부질없고 쓸모없는 것들은 담아두지 말고 바람 부는 언덕배기에 올라 날려 보내라.
소중하게 여기는 것이라면 지극히 살피고 몸을 가까이 기울이면 된다.
어려울 일이 없다.
나는 네가 남보란 듯이 잘 살기를 바라지 않는다.억척 떨며 살기를 바라지 않는다.
괴롭지 않게, 마음 가는대로 순순하고 수월하게 살기를 바란다.
혼곤하고 희미하구나.
자주 눈비가 다녀갔지만 맑게 갠 날, 사이사이 살구꽃이 피고
수수가 여물고 단풍물이 들어서 좋았다. 그런대로 괜찮았다.
그러니 내 삶을 가여워하지도 애달파하지도 마라.
부질없이 길게 말했다. 살아서 한 번도 해본 적 없는 말을 여기에 남긴다.
나는 너를 사랑으로 낳아서 사랑으로 키웠다.
내 자식으로 와주어서 고맙고 염치없었다.
너는 정성껏 살아라.
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