우정 友情

친구야, 사랑한다

Fallacy

A fallacy is an argument which provides poor reasoning in support of its conclusion. Fallacies differ from other bad arguments in that many people find them psychologically persuasive. That is, people will mistakenly take a fallacious argument to provide good reasons to believe its conclusion. An argument can be fallacious whether or not its conclusion is true.

Valentino

"Après moi, le déluge." "After me, the flood."

If

If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you but make allowance for their doubting too, If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or being hated, don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise: If you can dream - and not make dreams your master, If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools: If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breath a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!" If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you; If all men count with you, but none too much, If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son! -Rudyard Kipling

Neda

Her name is Neda, which means "voice" in Farsi, and her death has become the central rallying cry of the Iranian rebellion. The fresh-faced teenage girl killed by what appears to be a single sniper shot on the streets of Tehran Saturday is now a potent symbol for Iran's pro-democracy protesters.

Only here is suffering really suffering. Not in the way that those who suffer here are to be ennobled in some other world for their suffering, but that what passes for suffering in this world is, in another world, without any change and merely without its contrariety, bliss. - Franz Kafka

낙화

세상이 등을 져 버린 꿈 너무나 더렵혀진 꿈 찢겨진 우산처럼 젖은 땅에 버려진 꿈 그저 버러지 꿈 지워진 낙서 뿐인 걸 You say "Dream 잊혀진 단어 뿐인 걸" 하지만 난 오늘도 헛된 꿈을 꾼다 비록 어둠 속이지만 다시 눈을 뜬다 I will never give up I will never give up I have a dream 내 꿈은 하늘을 걷는 난장이의 꿈 달콤한 자장가에 잠이 든 고아의 꿈 시간을 뒤로 되돌린 불효자의 꿈 내 꿈은 세상의 모든 어머니의 꿈 내 꿈은 크게 노래 부르는 벙어리의 꿈 내 꿈은 사랑하는 사람의 작은 속삭임에 미소를 짓는 귀머거리의 꿈 가질 수 없는 꿈이지만 I have a dream 비틀 거리는 꿈이지만 I have a dream 버림 받은 꿈이지만 I have a dream Live and die for this dream - 이선웅

그것만이 내 세상

세상을 너무나 모른다고 나보고 그대는 얘기하지 조금은 걱정된 눈빛으로 조금은 미안한 웃음으로 그래 아마 난 세상을 모르나봐 혼자 이렇게 먼길을 떠났나봐 하지만 후횐 없지 울며 웃던 모든 꿈 그것만이 내 세상 하지만 후횐 없어 찾아헤맨 모든 꿈 그것만이 내 세상 그것만이 내 세상

무덤들 사이를 거닐며

무덤들 사이를 거닐면서 하나씩 묘비명을 읽어 본다. 한두 구절이지만 주의깊게 읽으면 많은 얘기가 숨어 있다. 그들이 염려한 것이나 투쟁한 것이나 성취한 모든 것들이 결국에는 태어난 날과 죽은 날짜로 줄어들었다. 살아 있을 적에는 지위와 재물이 그들을 갈라 놓았어도 죽고 나니 이곳에 나란히 누워 있다. 죽은 자들이 나의 참된 스승이다. 그들은 영원한 침묵으로 나를 가르친다. 죽음을 통해 더욱 생생해진 그들의 존재가 내 마음을 씻어 준다. 홀연히 나는 내 목숨이 어느 순간에 끝날 것을 본다. 내가 죽음과 그렇게 가까운 것을 보는 순간 즉시로 나는 내 생 안에서 자유로워진다. 남하고 다투거나 그들을 비평할 필요가 무엇인가. -임옥당

Up

"Cross your heart?" "Cross my heart."

Disasterology

The Badger is the thirteenth astrological sign. My sign. The one the other signs evicted: unanimously. So what? Think I want to read about my future in the newspaper next to the comics? My third grade teacher told me I had no future. I run through the snow and turn around just to make sure I've got a past. My life's a chandelier dropped from an airplane. I graduated first in my class from alibi school. There ought to be a healthy family cage at the zoo, or an open field, where I can lose my mother as many times as I need. When I get bored, I call the cops, tell them there's a pervert peeking in my window! then I slip on a flimsy nightgown, go outside, press my face against the glass and wait... This makes me proud to be an American where drunk drivers ought to wear necklaces made from the spines of children they've run over. I remember my face being invented through a windshield. All the wounds stitched with horsehair So the scars galloped across my head. I remember the hymns cherubs sang in my bloodstream. The way even my shadow ached when the chubby infants stopped. I remember wishing I could be boiled like water and made pure again. Desire so real it could be outlined in chalk. My eyes were the color of palm trees in a hurricane. I'd wake up and my id would start the day without me. Somewhere a junkie fixes the hole in his arms and a racing car zips around my halo. A good God is hard to find. Each morning I look in the mirror and say promises me something don't do the things I've done. - Jeffrey McDaniel

산에서 내려오면서 이런 생각을 해 보았다. 지금 눈앞에 보이는 이 풀 무더기를 한 평만 떼어다 교도소 운동장으로 옮겨 놓을 수만 있다면...... 그럴 수만 있다면 운동시간 내내 그 풀밭에 머리를 박고 지낼 수 있을 텐데...... - 황대권 <야생초 편지>에서

Ron Paul on the American Civil War

Dr. George Tiller (1941-2009)

Supporters of reproductive rights are mourning the killing of the abortion provider Dr. George Tiller. The sixty-seven-year-old doctor was shot Sunday as he attended services at his Wichita, Kansas church. The gunman fled the scene, but a suspect was later caught in a Kansas City suburb. Dr. Tiller’s clinic is one of just three in the nation performing late-term abortions after the twenty-first week of pregnancy. Dr. Tiller faced constant threats and incidents of violence and vandalism. His clinic was bombed in 1985. In 1993, Dr. Tiller survived an assassination attempt with gunshot wounds to both arms. Two years earlier, thousands of anti-abortion activists tried to block his clinic during the “Summer of Mercy” protests organized by the anti-abortion group Operation Rescue. He had recently asked prosecutors to increase legal action against anti-abortion activists who targeted the clinic. The National Abortion Federation says Dr. Tiller is the eighth abortion provider to be assassinated in the United States since 1977. Seventeen other abortion providers, they say, have been targeted for murder. http://www.democracynow.org/2009/6/1/dr_george_tiller_1941_2009_murdered

우리 앞의 생이 끝나갈 때

세상이 변해갈 때 같이 닮아가는 내 모습에 때론 실망하며 때론 변명도 해보았지만 흐르는 시간 속에서 질문은 지워지지 않네 우린 그 무엇을 찾아 이 세상에 왔을까 그 대답을 찾기 위해 우리는 홀로 걸어가네