원 철학 - 탄생과 완성
714화. 출산혁명 대한민국
극과 극이 상통하면 원의 철학이 탄생한다.
철학한 이는 많다.
평생 지옥과 천국 양극을 제 발로 세 번 넘나든 이는 드물다.
64세.
마침내 무명의 노바디가 혁명가 되다.
극에서 극이다.
마침내 병약한 노인이 위버멘쉬 초인이 되다.
극에서 극이다.
극과 극이 상통하면 원의 철학이 완성된다.
혁명을 만나서다.
평생 걸린 셈이다.
ㅡ출산혁명 책 영어본
원의 철학은 책을 관통한다.
THE PHILOSOPHY OF THE CIRCLE
When polar opposites connect,
the philosophy of the circle is complete.
It runs through the book.
● The Founder
At last, I realize that my life has become a circle.
I have lived through both extremes by my own will.
In youth, at the crossroads of life; in old age, in thoughts.
I have always tested the limits of myself.
The poles met each other sooner or later.
Each time, a circle was formed.
Now I encounter The Birth Revolution,
and a new giant circle embraces all previous circles.
Thus, the philosophy of the circle is born—
and in this book, it comes to completion.
The revolution and abundant creativity in this book are, in the light of philosophy of the circle, acts of creating new poles and connecting them to existing ones.
A circle revolves on its own.
It is beautiful and perfect.
When polar opposites connect, the philosophy of the circle is complete.
● The West and the East
Not only geographically, but also from the perspective of the philosophy, both stand on opposite sides.
They seem alike, yet are distinctly different.
Each must first know itself, and then know the other, to defeat the most wicked demon ever—
because it grows in each of our hearts, and the sum of it is the low birthrate.
West and East must connect to encircle and exterminate the demon.
1. Dream
□ The West
Boys, be ambitious.
It’s for success.
□ The East
Play big.
It’s for achievement.
2. Life
The West is a line; the East is a circle.
□ The West
Robert Frost
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
□ The East
An old villager
Concentric Circle
Life seems like an endlessly stretching straight line,
But at the end, it curves—back to the beginning, a perfect circle.
It’s no hamster wheel stuck in place,
But a concentric circle, glowing at its center.
Even when struck by rocks or scratched by thorns,
Press on, and you'll see the end—
You’ve just drawn a circle of wandering.
Gather strength and move forward again,
A fragrant path will welcome you—
You’ve just drawn a circle of fulfillment.
Don’t be greedy.
Draw it too wide, and the journey is long and hard.
But drawing it too small won’t help either—
You’ll just have to start again soon.
So draw it gently, generously.
Don’t be impatient.
Rush it, and you'll veer off course.
But going too slow can grow tiresome.
So draw it steadily, consistently.
Don’t worry.
If your circle is dented or a tooth is missing, so what?
You can always fix it when you pass by again.
No need to cover it up—just keep drawing.
When young, love
Is two concentric circles suddenly overlapping in heat,
Burning as if to consume all—
Then scattering like ash in a passing wind.
Friendship
Is resonating with each other’s concentric circle,
Rooted in shared memories despite different lives,
Grown together through a lifetime.
Consideration
Is respecting the circle another is drawing,
And stepping aside with a generous heart.
Happiness
Isn’t something found only after finishing your circle,
But in knowing contentment within each moment of drawing.
If you keep drawing the years like that,
One day you’ll come to have
Your own unique concentric circle in this world.
If you keep drawing the years like that,
One day you’ll have it—
A one-of-a-kind concentric circle that is truly yours.
When you’ve drawn your whole life like that,
You’ll naturally realize—
It all begins and ends at the center point.
Epilogue
Who can know for sure?
When the final moment of life arrives,
The concentric circle vanishes—without a trace.
Only the center point remains.
And from that point, just a single step
Leads to bottomless cliffs cloaked in pitch-black night.
Standing there alone, won’t I tremble in fear?
But at that very last breath,
Won’t a radiant light greet me from above?
Might it not be—
My young and beautiful mother in my childhood?
3. Death
□ The West
Heaven or hell after death.
□ The East
Life and death are one.
Death’s Age
Death is not the final stop of life.
It is life’s twin born together,
A companion that walks with life every moment,
A sentinel who stands watch at life’s end.
Life and death are not before and after.
Both are born together, live together, and die together.
Death is always by life’s side,
So life and death are one.
Therefore,
Do not fear life, and do not waste death.
Do not fear death, and do not waste life.
Note: “Death’s age” means that death ages with life. It does not mean an era.
