Hyungak Sunim is an American who has established himself in Korea as a Buddhist monk and thoughtful commentator on spiritual issues. It so happens that the two of us were classmates at Yale College and have communicated on various matters over the years. Hyungak Sunim lived many years in Korea and is well-known for his book about his experiences in the practice of Buddhism.
He was kind enough to write this preface for my recent book “A Robinson Crusoe in Korea: Life is a Matter of Direction, not Speed.”
Introduction to “A Robinson Crusoe in Korea: Life is a Matter of Direction, not Speed”
By Hyon Gak Sunim
Writing in the mid-19th century, the Father of American Philosophy,
Ralph Waldo Emerson, made strong and radical attempts to unshackle
his American contemporaries from the chains of their strict,
conservative, book-only views of education. Though he himself was a
child of the ancient Greek and Roman classics, graduated from
Harvard College with a classical education, as a mature philosopher
he urged his countrymen — and beyond them, their European docents
— to shake off the shackles, to move beyond a mere rote form of
education for youth. Emerson decried the mere memorization of
phrases and texts, the repetition back of trigonometric formulae, the
recitation of dusty speeches and moldy poems just for the sake of
accumulating a raw tonnage of knowledge. He hated the use of
human potential merely in the service of producing more and more
merchants, more and more producers and more and more
accumulators of capital. Emerson believed in the potential of the
complete person who could be produced by education, not merely the
greatest accumulators who could be produced by a structure or a
form.
So, Emerson’s vision for a philosophy of education was one that
taught the WHOLE person; which connected him or her to the world
not so much through the grammars and stanzas expressed on a two-dimensional
page, but rather an education that led youth to a firmer
trust in their own inborn completeness and greatness as human
beings. Emerson warns us, above all, that if we use education to
merely produce better machines, we are not truly educating: we are
merely “manufacturing.”
In his timeless essay, “On Education,” he wrote, “The great object of Education should be commensurate with the object of life. It should
be a moral one; to teach self-trust; to inspire the youthful man with
an interest in himself; with a curiosity touching his own nature; to
acquaint him with the resources of his mind, and to teach him that
there is all his strength, and to inflame him with a piety towards the
Grand Mind in which he lives.”
This is the transcendental view: true education is not the amount that
we accumulate, but the depth that we can know of our world, our
place in this world, our proper use of its resources: our existence.
The teachings of Emerson were a great revolution for my mind. I
read his essays over and over and over again. In utter devotion, I
made pilgrimages to his home outside of Boston, to see and smell the
air in the rooms where this great man (大人) attempted to
revolutionize a young country’s future leaders about the proper path
of study. Emerson was my hero at the beginning of my spiritual quest.
Though I have not read him often, since then, his eternal thoughts
had a profound effect on my own view of the human condition.
Emerson was — like Jesus, Plato, William Shakespeare, William Blake,
Ludwig von Beethoven, Arthur Schopenhauer, Karl Marx, Gustav
Mahler, Sigmund Freud, Rainer Maria Rilke, Franz Kafka, the Beatles,
Led Zeppelin, The Clash, and a few others — a central spiritual
teacher. He was — and remains — the Teacher of Teachers.
But how could I, growing up in the Western context, find the real-life
tools for realizing this inner human completeness and greatness which
Emerson, Plato, Beethoven, Mahler, et al. so eloquently mapped out?
How attain the heights of ecstasy which Beethoven and Mahler
blasted so deeply into my soul? How could I find the road for
concretely realizing its goals? Those first steps were, sadly, not
taught to me by the modern Western educational system in which I
was raised. I found myself strangled like a slave by “mere religion”
and rote learning; although I had caught a glance of dizzying heights,
I was bound to remain on the dirty ground of exploiting great
educations at Yale and Harvard to “merely” for the force of making
money and establishing wealth, power and prestige. I was taught to
accept a remarkable education as a “route” to a good job. The
Classics were a route to a better socio-economic class.
In 1989, I came to know the teachings of Buddhism. More than a
religion, I was searching for a “technology” of looking deeply inward
to find a reason for going through with the seeming exercises of
answering an empty human existence.
In 1990, I was given a chance to meet a certain Korean monk who
taught widely in the West from the early 1970s. His name was Seung
Sahn Sunim. A native of what is now North Korea, he had become
known in many intellectual circles in Europe and America for his
radical, pointed, spontaneous teachings to people on countless
American college campuses, especially the Ivy League campuses
where he later established meditation centers, called “Zen centers.”
I was there in the audience for one public talk he gave on an
American college campus. I was so enthralled and moved by his
extraordinary spiritual charisma, standing there before the greatest
minds of my generation, that I asked one of his closest students for a
chance to meet him in person, alone. Directly.
One morning, after a breakfast at his meditation center in Providence,
Rhode Island, word came that I would be granted a short 10-minute
meeting with him. My whole body began to shake and tremble: this
man, shorter than me, with scalp shaved to mirror-like clarity, whose
broken and incomplete English-language skills challenged both the ear
and the mind of the audience, appeared in my presence for 10
minutes.
I entered his room, and bowed three times. (Bowing before another
human being was an entirely new experience! But I later realized, it wasn’t an act of bowing to someone “greater” than me: it was merely my own current state bowing to the potential of my own possibilities to realize my fullest potential as a human being.)
He sat cross-legged on the floor. But his energy and focus had the
focused intensity of a tiger, crouched – wound-up with unreleased
energy — and poised before its unknowing prey. I had heard that he
was educated in Western philosophy before he became a monk, that
he was a big fan of the teachings of Socrates, and that he had been
raised, like me, a Christian. It all seemed like a perfect opportunity to
exchange views and insights with a like-minded soul.
I said something like, “I am a student at Harvard. I graduated from
Yale. I study Western philosophy and Christian theology. I believe
that there are insights in Western philosophy which corroborate the
insights of the East. I would like to use the insights of
Schopenhauer’s analysis of religion to gain insights into Eastern
religion. I understand this and that, and this and that, and this and
this and this, and that and that and that. Blah blah blah…..”
I was very happy, and proud, to show off my jewels of understanding
to this rather short messenger from the East. Surely he would be
most impressed by the breadth and depth of my Yale-and-Harvardearned
sophistication. People in Asia were really, really impressed
with Harvard and Yale, after all, so I had heard….
Suddenly, an explosion of thunder in a cloudless sky at noon,
magnified by the force of a million atomic bombs:
“WHO
ARE
YOU?!!!!!”
I stopped short. He was screaming this and pointing his finger
directly at my 25 year-old chest. I stopped cold.
“My name is Paul,” I said.
“That’s just your BODY’s name! Your Momma gave you that name.
That’s just your BODY’s name. Before she gave you that, you had NO
name! WHO IS THAT???!!!”
I was stuck. None of my Yale professors had ever taught me like this.
None of my Harvard professors had ever taught me like that. In fact,
no one in the WORLD had ever insulted my intellect so deeply, so
radically, and so TRULY as this. He was pointing PAST my formal
education, past my FORMAL accumulation of thinking and ideas, to
something else. I had never experienced such a sensation.
I stammered. “I…I…I…I…I don’t know…!”
He smiled. “From now on, study THAT. YOU don’t know YOU. Study
that!” I could only nod — a weak nod, but a nod of acknowledgment.
“From now on, no more books for you. (Pointing at my chest, where
Koreans traditionally believe the “mind” resides) Study THAT book.
Not other peoples’ words, OK?”
In this moment, I found my Teacher, the teacher who gave me a very,
very, simple tool for entering the road that Emerson had explained to
me previously in words. A Korean man, born far away in a land
divided, became the living pointer to a place that Emerson was only
able to suggest to me in words.
The eminent British historian Arnold Toynbee was once asked how
human beings of the far future would record the most important
event of the 20th century. He answered simply, “The coming of
Buddhism to the West.” Many people did not understand his
statement, at the time. He was not referring to the religion. He was
talking about the crossing of an ancient technology of mind from East
to West — the technology that allowed insight into the fundamental
human condition. He was speaking of a post-monotheistic world.
Korea is a great country. Ranked as the 11th most powerful economy
on Earth, the Republic of Korea’s achievements give every Korean
justified pride. And I share this pride. There is something potently
dynamic about the Korean mind, especially when we observe Korea is
poised between a rapidly rising China, and an eternally powerful
Japan. The mystery of how the Koreans have not only survived, but
succeeded, is NOT a mystery to those who have a familiarity with
Korea’s deep and ancient traditions.
But, the power of a great chip-maker or great boat-maker can be
short-lived, in these ever-changing economic times. Wasn’t the
Republic of Ireland recently declared to be one of the richest nations
on Earth?
I do not know for sure if Emannuel Pastreich is a practicing Buddhist;
anyway, it does not matter at all. This is not why I write these words
about his insights and about this book. But he has deep insight into
the structural problems which might prevent an ancient Korea — everbent
on equaling its colonial foes and internationalist dominators —
from achieving the greatness that is in its cultural DNA to achieve. I
think that his insights are worth listening to, and disseminating, to as
many corners of Korea as possible.
Although Emanuel and I attended Yale at the same time, we never
knew each other. As you will read, we only came to know each other
when he came to a temple in Korea where I was devoted to an
intensive three-month struggle in silence to attain the nature of my
fundamental existence. He met me while I was pursuing the rigors of
a life based on the ancient technologies of the Korean ancients who
are my teachers and who are the forefathers of the children he has
brought into this world.
I believe in the death of a mono-polar world and the death of the
narrow, science-denying monotheistic world views which limited
humans’ imaginations to narrow horizons. I believe very strongly that
people like Emanuel, through their immersion in both the Western
experience and Eastern thought, PROVE the words of Professor
Toynbee: the greatest event of the 20th century is the coming of the
Eastern technologies of mind to the West, where they can
reinvigorate and rejuvenate the traditions which we have developed
for so long.
Emerson is my “son bae” and he is Emanuel’s “son bae,” as well. I
hope, through this book, that the Korean nation can take a deeper,
fresher look at the ancient technologies which they have developed —
far far earlier than the works of Bill Gates and Steve Jobs — for
human beings to realize their potential, not as great “accumulators”
or “producers,” but as people better able to stand on their own two
feet and say, “I, so-and-so, I am here and this is who I am, and this is
why and how I exist, irrespective of some mythic god of moldied
pages. As a human this is how I propose to contend with and accept
and love my fellow suffering humans.” Koreans had this advanced
technology before there was any Samsung, before there was an
Einstein, an Edison or even an Isaac Newton. And yet, in the intense
drive for Westernization, and aping American spiritualities, perhaps
they have forgotten this a little. People like Emanuel can help to
correct this, and return Koreans to their true original spiritual posture
— not as a religion, but in the educational forces that help them to
shape their people in the true form of their ancestors, taking the
wealth of the West while respecting the treasures of Korea’s own
native impulses.
If you find this path from this book, you will answer to neither Buddha
nor Jesus nor Mohammed nor Plato nor Schopenhauer nor Beethoven
nor Mahler nor Freud. You answer clearly to your SELF.” That is the
purpose of any true education: answering directly to the question of
“What am I?”
Munich, Bavaria, Germany
Hyon gak
I remember my professor who was a Catholic priest told me after he read and saw and talked to me for a half semester. He said to me since I am a devotee to all reading:
“Where are you in all that?”
Which is the quintessential question to life’s. My answer today to that one question is also quintessential:
I am who I am and since I am who I am, I think.