인간사란 부질없는 일이지만, 그 부질없음에 마음 아파하면서도 끌어안고 놓지 못하는 것은 아직 다 흩뿌리지 못한 번민의 무게. 세상사에 관여할 운명과 세상사를 관조할 운명은 아예 처음부터 정해져 있을 것이다. 나는 내 운명이 어느 것인지 너무 잘 안다. '쿨 트랙 No 11'을 들으면서 Walt Whitman 의 시를 끄적여 본다. I SIT AND LOOK OUT I SIT and look upon all the sorrows of the world, and upon all oppression and shame, I hear secret convulsive sobs from young men at anguish with themselves, remorseful after deeds done, I see in low life the mother misused by her children, dying, neglected, gaunt, desperate, I see the wife misused by her husband, I see the treacherous seducer of young women, I mark the ranklings of jealousy and unrequited love attempted to be hid, I see these sights on the earth, I see the workings of battle, pestilence, tyranny, I see martyrs and prisoners, I observe a famine at sea, I obseve the sailors casting lots who shall be kill'd to preserve the lives of the rest, I observe the slights and degradations cast by arrogant persons upon labourers, the poor, and upon negroes, and the like; All these--all the meanness and agony without end I sitting look out upon, See, hear, and am silent.