2012년 1월 29일 일요일

東西南北의 만남

Convergence of East, West, North and South 

개인 노이로제의 경우를 보면 자기의 獨立性과 主體性이 침해당하고 오랜 시일 외부의 침해로부터 벗어나지 못하는 상태가 계속되면 마음속에 나를 압박하고 구속하고 나의 主體性을 침해하는 원수의 代理機關이 자리를 잡는다.  이것이 內在化된 敵이요, 내부의 적이다.

Imagine if one were to have their independence and autonomy infringed upon by some inescapable external party for an extended period of time. In individual cases of neuroses, that oppression and constraint actually takes root in the mind of the individual as a proxy organ of that enemy. In other words you end up with an internal foe.

이 마음속에 자리를 잡은 원수는 항상 마음속의 나를 보고, '너는 못난 놈이다, 세상에서 너와 같이 못난 놈이 어디 있느냐'고 壓倒해 온다.   그려면 그는 늘 이러한  屈辱的인 상태에서만 머물러 있기가 너무나 비참하기 때문에 바로 이 원수를 숭상하고 닮으려고 갖은 애를 쓴다.

This foe, so situated, is perpetually in one's thoughts screaming out, "You aren't shit!" or "There is no one in the entire world as pathetic as you!" Since it is just too miserable to remain in such an abusive state for an extended period of time, efforts are expended to actually revere this internal foe and become like them.

그러고서는 나는 天才다, 유명한 俳優가 된다, 歌手가 된다, 노벨상을 탄다, 大統領이 된다는 등 꿈을 꾼다.  이러한 꿈이 그렇지 못한 현실에 부딪치면 또다시 뿌리 깊은 열등감과 自虐에 빠진다.  이러한 自己卑下와 自己膨脹 사이를 무한정으로 來往하는 것이 노이로제 환자의 심리다.  그러면 건강한 정신이란 어떤 상태를 말하는 것인가? 그것은 한마디로 한다면 主體性이다.

It is in this state that dreams of becoming a genius, a famous actor, a singer, a Nobel Laureate or a president occur. When reality exposes those dreams as not being achieved, the sense of despair and self-torment will intensify. This elliptical cycle of self-disparagement and self-growth is the psychology of a patient suffering from neurosis. So what then is a sound and healthy psychological state? Simply put, it is autonomy(主體性).

主體性이란, 나 즉 나의 감정이 억압됨이 없는 상태이며 내가 나의 主人이요, 自由요, 모든 나의 행동은 나의 선택이기 때문에 잘되거나 못 되거나 나의 책임이란 自覺의 상태를 말하는 것이다.  釋迦牟尼가 외쳤다는 天上天下唯我獨尊, 즉 우주에 있어서 나는 나에게 있어서 가장 존귀하다는 자각이다

Autonomy is the state of not being emotionally oppressed by an external force. It is where you are your own lead actor. It's freedom and realizing that, because your actions are solely up to your own discretion, whether something turns out well or not, the ultimate responsibility lies solely within you and you alone. It’s as the Shakyamuni(釋迦牟尼) shouted, "In the heavens above as well as below, I alone am most important!" It is the realization that since the only thing you truly have in the whole universe is yourself, you are what is most precious.


* 글은 이동식 박사님이  韓國人 主體性 에서 일장에서 나온 韓國人 思想的 病弊이란 2과에서 기록된 문단을 뽑아서 올림

*These are a few excerpts taken from the second chapter of Dr. Lee, Dong-shik’s ‘The Autonomy and Dao of Koreans’ entitled “The Ideological Malaise of Korean.” 

2012년 1월 14일 토요일

Dwelling thoughts

The icy feel of the steel door on my knuckles as they rap against it's hard surface...hoping against hope that inside, inside I might still be able to find...what we can be, again and over still.

The Gods are dead! Gone are the idols...any idol.  Values are revalued devaluating the life we have, might have and have had...  Only hollow concepts now remain, they remain laying flat, sandwiched between morbid texts tattooed with the fake flowers of junkies chasing their own fake flowers from others. Empty concepts kept barely alive with incremental servings of gruel introduced intravenously into their phallic vein confined in those steel cells devoid of the suns reinvigorating rays or the soothing blanket of the moons shadows.

The lights and darks, beams and shadows, contrasts and patterns don't exist here only true death: nothing.   No emotion here, for that contradicts the life, or rather, the lack thereof here.  The most sterile of all; a straight up surgeons wet dream minus the orgasm. 
I'm no longer what I was when I existed as an idea, as eidos... I wasn't a thing, a base object to be stacked upon one another, next to and beneath others to make an academic thought; rather I was part of a relation with you as you stood in front of me, when you stood with me.  And together with the word we traveled together even after you had long disappeared, within the living word that you set up to stand for all those who came after to listen to from out of it's un-concealdness: your true creation.  You created me not through some action but because you knew of me, saw me widely and thought me out into the clearing for me together with your original knowing to think me to others; a true technite.

You are now along a vein of thought believed long collapsed not from overuse like those of a junkies dead forever, but rather like those of an astronauts limbs where blood ceases to flow after time spent in zero gravity for too long.  Dead in death floating in the above abyss but able to live in life below on firm ground; that is what you are struggling back down to.  Can you feel the soil pad your plodding strides back to the origin, where you will think originary thoughts better than those who originated them.

Thinking originary thoughts better than those from whence they came.  One needs to question this statement before and to avoid blindly heading fore.  You come from above, from that empty space you blasted into after shooting your Gods in the face cutting all cords with the values, your anchors that kept you grounded with life.

From up on high you fish down into life catching these steel encased concepts in the holey nets of magnetic isms.  Hoisting them up floating them into some kind of groundless patchwork quilt floating in space ready to breakup again when someone needs a piece or two to complete their own pattern.

But you are down here, not there anymore.  You see now that the steel prison is not a prison and the steel is merely an adaptation to prevent what is inside from disappearing forever.  There is a door, it is small but you are just able to enter.  Inside you spark a blunt, your torch, to expand the light of your thoughts and realize you have comeback to the beginning; the place where you always were and have been.  Now you can see, dwelling with this eidos you think what has and always will continue to be thought so you realize you can hear! I can hear! but I now hear a faint rapping coming from outside these walls...