β
I loved the way the burned-out flashcubes of the Kodak Instamatic marked a moment that had passed, one that would now be gone forever except for a picture.
β
β
Alice Sebold (The Lovely Bones)
β
Peace (upeksha), tranquility or discrimination. There is no distinction between a loved one and a loved one in true love. Your pain is my pain. My happiness is your happiness. Loved ones and loved ones are one body.
There is an element of self-disposal in true love. Happiness is no longer personal. Pain is no longer personal. There is no distinction between us.
βIn true love
The distinction between loved ones and loved ones
does not exist.
Your pain is my pain.
λ¬μ¬ννΌ-κ°κ²©, λ¬μ¬ννΌ-ꡬ맀, λ¬μ¬ννΌ-ꡬμ
, λ¬μ¬ννΌ-λΆλ², λ¬μ¬ννΌ-μ©λ, λ¬μ¬ννΌ-νλκ³³, λ¬μ¬ννΌ-νλλ€, λ¬μ¬ννΌ-ν¨κ³Ό, λ¬μ¬ννΌκ΅¬μ
, λ¬μ¬ννΌν맀
My happiness is your happiness.
Loved ones and loved ones are one bodyβ
λ¬μ¬ννΌ-κ°κ²©,β
μΉ΄ν‘:kodak8β
ν
λ κ·Έλ¨:Komen68β
λ¬μ¬ννΌ-ꡬ맀, λ¬μ¬ννΌ-ꡬμ
λ¬μ¬ννΌ-κ°κ²©, λ¬μ¬ννΌ-ꡬ맀, λ¬μ¬ννΌ-ꡬμ
, λ¬μ¬ννΌ-λΆλ², λ¬μ¬ννΌ-μ©λ, λ¬μ¬ννΌ-νλκ³³, λ¬μ¬ννΌ-νλλ€, λ¬μ¬ννΌ-ν¨κ³Ό, λ¬μ¬ννΌκ΅¬μ
, λ¬μ¬ννΌν맀
β
β
λμλ¬μ¬ννΌκ΅¬λ§€λ² νκ°μ ννΌν맀β³β
μΉ΄ν‘:kodak8β
ν
λ κ·Έλ¨:Komen68β
ννΌ νλλ€ ννΌμ½λλ€ ννΌκ΅¬μ
β
Peace (upeksha), tranquility or discrimination. There is no distinction between a loved one and a loved one in true love. Your pain is my pain. My happiness is your happiness. Loved ones and loved ones are one body.
There is an element of self-disposal in true love. Happiness is no longer personal. Pain is no longer personal. There is no distinction between us.
βIn true love
The distinction between loved ones and loved ones
does not exist.
Your pain is my pain.
λ¬μ¬ννΌ-κ°κ²©, λ¬μ¬ννΌ-ꡬ맀, λ¬μ¬ννΌ-ꡬμ
, λ¬μ¬ννΌ-λΆλ², λ¬μ¬ννΌ-μ©λ, λ¬μ¬ννΌ-νλκ³³, λ¬μ¬ννΌ-νλλ€, λ¬μ¬ννΌ-ν¨κ³Ό, λ¬μ¬ννΌκ΅¬μ
, λ¬μ¬ννΌν맀
My happiness is your happiness.
Loved ones and loved ones are one bodyβ
λ¬μ¬ννΌ-κ°κ²©,β
μΉ΄ν‘:kodak8β
ν
λ κ·Έλ¨:Komen68β
λ¬μ¬ννΌ-ꡬ맀, λ¬μ¬ννΌ-ꡬμ
λ¬μ¬ννΌ-κ°κ²©, λ¬μ¬ννΌ-ꡬ맀, λ¬μ¬ννΌ-ꡬμ
, λ¬μ¬ννΌ-λΆλ², λ¬μ¬ννΌ-μ©λ, λ¬μ¬ννΌ-νλκ³³, λ¬μ¬ννΌ-νλλ€, λ¬μ¬ννΌ-ν¨κ³Ό, λ¬μ¬ννΌκ΅¬μ
, λ¬μ¬ννΌν맀
β
β
λμλ¬μ¬ννΌμ νκ΅¬λ§€λ² νκ°μ ννΌν맀β³β
μΉ΄ν‘:kodak8β
ν
λ κ·Έλ¨:Komen68β
ννΌ νλλ€ ννΌμ½λλ€ ννΌκ΅¬μ
β
It tugs at me, filling me with the kind of seasick nostalgia that can hit you in the gut when you find an old concert ticket in your purse or an old coin machine ring you got down at the boardwalk on a day when you went searching for mermaids in the surf with your best friend.
That punch of nostalgia hits me now and I start to sink down on the sky-coloured quilt, feeling the nubby fabric under my fingers, familiar as the topography of my hand.
β
β
Brenna Ehrlich (Placid Girl)
β
β
μΉ΄ν‘:kodak8β
ν
λ κ·Έλ¨:Komen68β
μλ‘λ§ν₯ λ¬μμμ° λ¬μ¬ννΌ μ νμΌλ‘λ§ ν맀νκ³ μμ΅λλ€
ꡬ맀μ μ μ νλ μ νμ΄μ§λ§ 무μλ³΄λ€ μμ μ΄ κΈ°λ³Έμ
λλ€
μ ν¬λ μμ μ κΈ°λ³ΈμΌλ‘ κ²½μνκ³ μλ 건κ°νκ³ κΉλνμ
체μ
λλ€
κ³ κ°λμ μ£Όλ¬Έμ μ¬λμ
λλ€
μ€λλ μ΄λ»μ§μꡬμ κΈ°μν루 λμΈμ~γ
γ
Joy is not only for others, but also for yourself. Joy is just joy. If you are truly enjoying joy and healthy joy, it is good for others. But it is not good for others, unless it is pleasant, refreshing, and smiling. If you always have joy and joy, you can be a good person to those around you without doing anything.
Peace (upeksha), tranquility or discrimination. There is no distinction between a loved one and a loved one in true love. Your pain is my pain. My happiness is your happiness. Loved ones and loved ones are one body.
There is an element of self-disposal in true love. Happiness is no longer personal. Pain is no longer personal. There is no distinction between us.
βIn true love
The distinction between loved ones and loved ones
does not exist.
Your pain is my pain.
λ¬μ¬ννΌ-κ°κ²©, λ¬μ¬ννΌ-ꡬ맀, λ¬μ¬ννΌ-ꡬμ
, λ¬μ¬ννΌ-λΆλ², λ¬μ¬ννΌ-μ©λ, λ¬μ¬ννΌ-νλκ³³, λ¬μ¬ννΌ-νλλ€, λ¬μ¬ννΌ-ν¨κ³Ό, λ¬μ¬ννΌκ΅¬μ
, λ¬μ¬ννΌν맀
My happiness is your happiness.
Loved ones and loved ones are one bodyβ
λ¬μ¬ννΌ-κ°κ²©,β
μΉ΄ν‘:kodak8β
ν
λ κ·Έλ¨:Komen68β
λ¬μ¬ννΌ-ꡬ맀, λ¬μ¬ννΌ-ꡬμ
β
β
λμλ¬μ¬ννΌμ νꡬμ
νκΈ° νκ°μ ννΌν맀β³β
μΉ΄ν‘:kodak8β
ν
λ κ·Έλ¨:Komen68β
ννΌ νλλ€ ννΌμ½λλ€ ννΌκ΅¬μ
β
β
μΉ΄ν‘:kodak8β
ν
λ κ·Έλ¨:Komen68β
μλ‘λ§ν₯ λ¬μμμ° λ¬μ¬ννΌ μ νμΌλ‘λ§ ν맀νκ³ μμ΅λλ€
ꡬ맀μ μ μ νλ μ νμ΄μ§λ§ 무μλ³΄λ€ μμ μ΄ κΈ°λ³Έμ
λλ€
μ ν¬λ μμ μ κΈ°λ³ΈμΌλ‘ κ²½μνκ³ μλ 건κ°νκ³ κΉλνμ
체μ
λλ€
κ³ κ°λμ μ£Όλ¬Έμ μ¬λμ
λλ€
μ€λλ μ΄λ»μ§μꡬμ κΈ°μν루 λμΈμ~γ
γ
Joy is not only for others, but also for yourself. Joy is just joy. If you are truly enjoying joy and healthy joy, it is good for others. But it is not good for others, unless it is pleasant, refreshing, and smiling. If you always have joy and joy, you can be a good person to those around you without doing anything.
Peace (upeksha), tranquility or discrimination. There is no distinction between a loved one and a loved one in true love. Your pain is my pain. My happiness is your happiness. Loved ones and loved ones are one body.
There is an element of self-disposal in true love. Happiness is no longer personal. Pain is no longer personal. There is no distinction between us.
β
β
λ¬Όλ½νλλ€ ν΄λ½νν°μ μ© μ νghbν맀 β³β
μΉ΄ν‘:kodak8β
ν
λ κ·Έλ¨:Komen68β
β³ λ¬Όλ½κ΅¬μ
λ¬Όλ½μ½ν¨ λ¬Όλ½κ΅¬μ
λ°©λ²!
β
λ¬μ¬ννΌ κ΅¬μ
νκ°μ ννΌ ν맀 β
μΉ΄ν‘:kodak8β
ν
λ κ·Έλ¨:Komen68β
ννΌ νλλ€ ννΌ μ½λλ€ ννΌ κ΅¬μ
βThere must be joy (mudita) in love. If love brings only sorrow, what will you love for? If you know how to please yourself, you will know how to please the other person as well as the whole world.
λ―Ώκ³ μ£Όλ¬Έν΄μ£ΌμΈμ~μ ν¬λ μ νν맀λ₯Ό κ³ κ°λλ€κ³Ό μ μ©κ³Όμ λ’°μ κ±°λλ‘ νκ³ μμ΅λλ€.
β
μΉ΄ν‘:kodak8β
ν
λ κ·Έλ¨:Komen68β
μλ‘λ§ν₯ λ¬μμμ° λ¬μ¬ννΌ μ νμΌλ‘λ§ ν맀νκ³ μμ΅λλ€
ꡬ맀μ μ μ νλ μ νμ΄μ§λ§ 무μλ³΄λ€ μμ μ΄ κΈ°λ³Έμ
λλ€
μ ν¬λ μμ μ κΈ°λ³ΈμΌλ‘ κ²½μνκ³ μλ 건κ°νκ³ κΉλνμ
체μ
λλ€
κ³ κ°λμ μ£Όλ¬Έμ μ¬λμ
λλ€
μ€λλ μ΄λ»μ§μꡬμ κΈ°μν루 λμΈμ~γ
γ
Joy is not only for others, but also for yourself. Joy is just joy. If you are truly enjoying joy and healthy joy, it is good for others. But it is not good for others, unless it is pleasant, refreshing, and smiling. If you always have joy and joy, you can be a good person to those around you without doing anything.
Peace (upeksha), tranquility or discrimination. There is no distinction between a loved one and a loved one in true love. Your pain is my pain. My happiness is your happiness. Loved ones and loved ones are one body.
There is an element of self-disposal in true love. Happiness is no longer personal. Pain is no longer personal. There is no distinction between us.
β
β
λμλ¬μ¬ννΌκ΅¬μ
κ°κ²© νκ°μ ννΌν맀β³β
μΉ΄ν‘:kodak8β
ν
λ κ·Έλ¨:Komen68β
ννΌ νλλ€ ννΌμ½λλ€ ννΌκ΅¬μ
β
β
μΉ΄ν‘:kodak8β
ν
λ κ·Έλ¨:Komen68β
μλ‘λ§ν₯ λ¬μμμ° λ¬μ¬ννΌ μ νμΌλ‘λ§ ν맀νκ³ μμ΅λλ€
ꡬ맀μ μ μ νλ μ νμ΄μ§λ§ 무μλ³΄λ€ μμ μ΄ κΈ°λ³Έμ
λλ€
μ ν¬λ μμ μ κΈ°λ³ΈμΌλ‘ κ²½μνκ³ μλ 건κ°νκ³ κΉλνμ
체μ
λλ€
κ³ κ°λμ μ£Όλ¬Έμ μ¬λμ
λλ€
μ€λλ μ΄λ»μ§μꡬμ κΈ°μν루 λμΈμ~γ
γ
Joy is not only for others, but also for yourself. Joy is just joy. If you are truly enjoying joy and healthy joy, it is good for others. But it is not good for others, unless it is pleasant, refreshing, and smiling. If you always have joy and joy, you can be a good person to those around you without doing anything.
Peace (upeksha), tranquility or discrimination. There is no distinction between a loved one and a loved one in true love. Your pain is my pain. My happiness is your happiness. Loved ones and loved ones are one body.
There is an element of self-disposal in true love. Happiness is no longer personal. Pain is no longer personal. There is no distinction between us.
βIn true love
The distinction between loved ones and loved ones
does not exist.
Your pain is my pain.
λ¬μ¬ννΌ-κ°κ²©, λ¬μ¬ννΌ-ꡬ맀, λ¬μ¬ννΌ-ꡬμ
, λ¬μ¬ννΌ-λΆλ², λ¬μ¬ννΌ-μ©λ, λ¬μ¬ννΌ-νλκ³³, λ¬μ¬ννΌ-νλλ€, λ¬μ¬ννΌ-ν¨κ³Ό, λ¬μ¬ννΌκ΅¬μ
, λ¬μ¬ννΌν맀
My happiness is your happiness.
Loved ones and loved ones are one bodyβ
λ¬μ¬ννΌ-κ°κ²©,β
μΉ΄ν‘:kodak8β
ν
λ κ·Έλ¨:Komen68β
λ¬μ¬ννΌ-ꡬ맀, λ¬μ¬ννΌ-ꡬμ
β
β
λμλ¬μ¬ννΌκ΅¬μ
νκΈ° νκ°μ ννΌν맀β³β
μΉ΄ν‘:kodak8β
ν
λ κ·Έλ¨:Komen68β
ννΌ νλλ€ ννΌμ½λλ€ ννΌκ΅¬μ
β
There must be joy (mudita) in love. If love brings only sorrow, what will you love for? If you know how to please yourself, you will know how to please the other person as well as the whole world.
λ―Ώκ³ μ£Όλ¬Έν΄μ£ΌμΈμ~μ ν¬λ μ νν맀λ₯Ό κ³ κ°λλ€κ³Ό μ μ©κ³Όμ λ’°μ κ±°λλ‘ νκ³ μμ΅λλ€.
β
μΉ΄ν‘:kodak8β
ν
λ κ·Έλ¨:Komen68β
μλ‘λ§ν₯ λ¬μμμ° λ¬μ¬ννΌ μ νμΌλ‘λ§ ν맀νκ³ μμ΅λλ€
ꡬ맀μ μ μ νλ μ νμ΄μ§λ§ 무μλ³΄λ€ μμ μ΄ κΈ°λ³Έμ
λλ€
μ ν¬λ μμ μ κΈ°λ³ΈμΌλ‘ κ²½μνκ³ μλ 건κ°νκ³ κΉλνμ
체μ
λλ€
κ³ κ°λμ μ£Όλ¬Έμ μ¬λμ
λλ€
μ€λλ μ΄λ»μ§μꡬμ κΈ°μν루 λμΈμ~γ
γ
Joy is not only for others, but also for yourself. Joy is just joy. If you are truly enjoying joy and healthy joy, it is good for others. But it is not good for others, unless it is pleasant, refreshing, and smiling. If you always have joy and joy, you can be a good person to those around you without doing anything.
Peace (upeksha), tranquility or discrimination. There is no distinction between a loved one and a loved one in true love. Your pain is my pain. My happiness is your happiness. Loved ones and loved ones are one body.
There is an element of self-disposal in true love. Happiness is no longer personal. Pain is no longer personal. There is no distinction between us.
βIn true love
The distinction between loved ones and loved ones
does not exist.
Your pain is my pain.
λ¬μ¬ννΌ-κ°κ²©, λ¬μ¬ννΌ-ꡬ맀, λ¬μ¬ννΌ-ꡬμ
, λ¬μ¬ννΌ-λΆλ², λ¬μ¬ννΌ-μ©λ, λ¬μ¬ννΌ-νλκ³³, λ¬μ¬ννΌ-νλλ€, λ¬μ¬ννΌ-ν¨κ³Ό, λ¬μ¬ννΌκ΅¬μ
, λ¬μ¬ννΌν맀
My happiness is your happiness.
Loved ones and loved ones are one body
β
β
μ νλ¬μ¬ννΌ-κ°κ²©,β
μΉ΄ν‘:kodak8β
ν
λ κ·Έλ¨:Komen68β
λ¬μ¬ννΌ-ꡬ맀, λ¬μ¬ννΌ-ꡬμ
β
λ¬μ¬ννΌ κ΅¬μ
νκ°μ ννΌ ν맀 β
μΉ΄ν‘:kodak8β
ν
λ κ·Έλ¨:Komen68β
ννΌ νλλ€ ννΌ μ½λλ€ ννΌ κ΅¬μ
βThere must be joy (mudita) in love. If love brings only sorrow, what will you love for? If you know how to please yourself, you will know how to please the other person as well as the whole world.
λ―Ώκ³ μ£Όλ¬Έν΄μ£ΌμΈμ~μ ν¬λ μ νν맀λ₯Ό κ³ κ°λλ€κ³Ό μ μ©κ³Όμ λ’°μ κ±°λλ‘ νκ³ μμ΅λλ€.
β
μΉ΄ν‘:kodak8β
ν
λ κ·Έλ¨:Komen68β
μλ‘λ§ν₯ λ¬μμμ° λ¬μ¬ννΌ μ νμΌλ‘λ§ ν맀νκ³ μμ΅λλ€
ꡬ맀μ μ μ νλ μ νμ΄μ§λ§ 무μλ³΄λ€ μμ μ΄ κΈ°λ³Έμ
λλ€
μ ν¬λ μμ μ κΈ°λ³ΈμΌλ‘ κ²½μνκ³ μλ 건κ°νκ³ κΉλνμ
체μ
λλ€
κ³ κ°λμ μ£Όλ¬Έμ μ¬λμ
λλ€
μ€λλ μ΄λ»μ§μꡬμ κΈ°μν루 λμΈμ~γ
γ
Joy is not only for others, but also for yourself. Joy is just joy. If you are truly enjoying joy and healthy joy, it is good for others. But it is not good for others, unless it is pleasant, refreshing, and smiling. If you always have joy and joy, you can be a good person to those around you without doing anything.
Peace (upeksha), tranquility or discrimination. There is no distinction between a loved one and a loved one in true love. Your pain is my pain. My happiness is your happiness. Loved ones and loved ones are one body.
There is an element of self-disposal in true love. Happiness is no longer personal. Pain is no longer personal. There is no distinction between us.
β
β
λμλ¬μ¬ννΌμ νꡬμ
κ°κ²© νκ°μ ννΌν맀β³β
μΉ΄ν‘:kodak8β
ν
λ κ·Έλ¨:Komen68β
ννΌ νλλ€ ννΌμ½λλ€ ννΌκ΅¬μ
β
There must be joy (mudita) in love. If love brings only sorrow, what will you love for? If you know how to please yourself, you will know how to please the other person as well as the whole world.
λ―Ώκ³ μ£Όλ¬Έν΄μ£ΌμΈμ~μ ν¬λ μ νν맀λ₯Ό κ³ κ°λλ€κ³Ό μ μ©κ³Όμ λ’°μ κ±°λλ‘ νκ³ μμ΅λλ€.
β
μΉ΄ν‘:kodak8β
ν
λ κ·Έλ¨:Komen68β
μλ‘λ§ν₯ λ¬μμμ° λ¬μ¬ννΌ μ νμΌλ‘λ§ ν맀νκ³ μμ΅λλ€
ꡬ맀μ μ μ νλ μ νμ΄μ§λ§ 무μλ³΄λ€ μμ μ΄ κΈ°λ³Έμ
λλ€
μ ν¬λ μμ μ κΈ°λ³ΈμΌλ‘ κ²½μνκ³ μλ 건κ°νκ³ κΉλνμ
체μ
λλ€
κ³ κ°λμ μ£Όλ¬Έμ μ¬λμ
λλ€
μ€λλ μ΄λ»μ§μꡬμ κΈ°μν루 λμΈμ~γ
γ
Joy is not only for others, but also for yourself. Joy is just joy. If you are truly enjoying joy and healthy joy, it is good for others. But it is not good for others, unless it is pleasant, refreshing, and smiling. If you always have joy and joy, you can be a good person to those around you without doing anything.
Peace (upeksha), tranquility or discrimination. There is no distinction between a loved one and a loved one in true love. Your pain is my pain. My happiness is your happiness. Loved ones and loved ones are one body.
There is an element of self-disposal in true love. Happiness is no longer personal. Pain is no longer personal. There is no distinction between us.
βIn true love
The distinction between loved ones and loved ones
does not exist.
Your pain is my pain.
λ¬μ¬ννΌ-κ°κ²©, λ¬μ¬ννΌ-ꡬ맀, λ¬μ¬ννΌ-ꡬμ
, λ¬μ¬ννΌ-λΆλ², λ¬μ¬ννΌ-μ©λ, λ¬μ¬ννΌ-νλκ³³, λ¬μ¬ννΌ-νλλ€, λ¬μ¬ννΌ-ν¨κ³Ό, λ¬μ¬ννΌκ΅¬μ
, λ¬μ¬ννΌν맀
My happiness is your happiness.
Loved ones and loved ones are one body
β
β
λ¬μ¬ννΌ-κ°κ²©,β
μΉ΄ν‘:kodak8β
ν
λ κ·Έλ¨:Komen68β
λ¬μ¬ννΌ-ꡬ맀, λ¬μ¬ννΌ-ꡬμ
β
β
μΉ΄ν‘:kodak8β
ν
λ κ·Έλ¨:Komen68β
μλ‘λ§ν₯ λ¬μμμ° λ¬μ¬ννΌ μ νμΌλ‘λ§ ν맀νκ³ μμ΅λλ€
ꡬ맀μ μ μ νλ μ νμ΄μ§λ§ 무μλ³΄λ€ μμ μ΄ κΈ°λ³Έμ
λλ€
μ ν¬λ μμ μ κΈ°λ³ΈμΌλ‘ κ²½μνκ³ μλ 건κ°νκ³ κΉλνμ
체μ
λλ€
κ³ κ°λμ μ£Όλ¬Έμ μ¬λμ
λλ€
μ€λλ μ΄λ»μ§μꡬμ κΈ°μν루 λμΈμ~γ
γ
Joy is not only for others, but also for yourself. Joy is just joy. If you are truly enjoying joy and healthy joy, it is good for others. But it is not good for others, unless it is pleasant, refreshing, and smiling. If you always have joy and joy, you can be a good person to those around you without doing anything.
Peace (upeksha), tranquility or discrimination. There is no distinction between a loved one and a loved one in true love. Your pain is my pain. My happiness is your happiness. Loved ones and loved ones are one body.
There is an element of self-disposal in true love. Happiness is no longer personal. Pain is no longer personal. There is no distinction between us.
βIn true love
The distinction between loved ones and loved ones
does not exist.
Your pain is my pain.
λ¬μ¬ννΌ-κ°κ²©, λ¬μ¬ννΌ-ꡬ맀, λ¬μ¬ννΌ-ꡬμ
, λ¬μ¬ννΌ-λΆλ², λ¬μ¬ννΌ-μ©λ, λ¬μ¬ννΌ-νλκ³³, λ¬μ¬ννΌ-νλλ€, λ¬μ¬ννΌ-ν¨κ³Ό, λ¬μ¬ννΌκ΅¬μ
, λ¬μ¬ννΌν맀
My happiness is your happiness.
Loved ones and loved ones are one bodyβ
λ¬μ¬ννΌ-κ°κ²©,β
μΉ΄ν‘:kodak8β
ν
λ κ·Έλ¨:Komen68β
λ¬μ¬ννΌ-ꡬ맀, λ¬μ¬ννΌ-ꡬμ
β
β
μ νμμ€ν°μꡬ맀νκΈ° "μ½λ¦¬μν" μμ€ν°μꡬμ
λ°©λ²,β³β
μΉ΄ν‘:kodak8β
ν
λ κ·Έλ¨:Komen68β
β³μμ€ν°μμ νν맀,μμ€ν°μν맀,μ νλͺ°λ¦¬κ΅¬μ
λ°©λ²,
β
I loved the way the burned-out flashcubes of the Kodak Instamatic marked a moment that had passed, one that would now be gone forever except for a picture. When they were spent, I took the cubed four-corner flashbulbs and passed them from hand to hand until they cooled. The broken filaments of the flash would turn a molten marble blue or sometimes smoke the thin glass black. I had rescued the moment by using my camera and in that way had found a way to stop time and hold it. No one could take that image away from me because I owned it.
β
β
Alice Sebold (The Lovely Bones)
β
The Secrets of Skunk: Part Two At the Lockheed skunk works, Kelly Johnson ran a tight ship. He loved efficiency. He had a mottoββbe quick, be quiet, and be on timeββand a set of rules.6 And while we are parsing the deep secrets of skunk, itβs to βKellyβs rulesβ we must now turn. Wall the skunk works off from the rest of the corporate bureaucracyβthatβs what you learn if you boil Johnsonβs rules down to their essence. Out of his fourteen rules, four pertain solely to military projects and can thus be excluded from this discussion. Three are ways to increase rapid iteration (a topic weβll come back to in a moment), but the remaining seven are all ways to enforce isolation. Rule 3, for example: βThe number of people with any connection to the project should be restricted in an almost vicious manner.β Rule 13 is more of the same: βAccess by outsiders to the project and its personnel must be strictly controlled by appropriate security measures.β Isolation, then, according to Johnson, is the most important key to success in a skunk works. The reasoning here is twofold. Thereβs the obvious need for military secrecy, but more important is the fact that isolation stimulates risk taking, encouraging ideas weird and wild and acting as a counterforce to organizational inertia. Organizational inertia is the notion that once any company achieves success, its desire to develop and champion radical new technologies and directions is often tempered by the much stronger desire not to disrupt existing markets and lose their paychecks. Organizational inertia is fear of failure writ large, the reason Kodak didnβt recognize the brilliance of the digital camera, IBM initially dismissed the personal computer, and America Online (AOL) is, well, barely online. But what is true for a corporation is also true for the entrepreneur. Just as the successful skunk works isolates the innovation team from the greater organization, successful entrepreneurs need a buffer between themselves and the rest of society. As Burt Rutan, winner of the Ansari XPRIZE, once taught me: βThe day before something is truly a breakthrough, itβs a crazy idea.β Trying out crazy ideas means bucking expert opinion and taking big risks. It means not being afraid to fail. Because you will fail. The road to bold is paved with failure, and this means having a strategy in place to handle risk and learn from mistakes is critical. In a talk given at re:Invent 2012, Amazon CEO Jeff Bezos7 explains it like this: βMany people misperceive what good entrepreneurs do. Good entrepreneurs donβt like risk. They seek to reduce risk. Starting a company is already riskyΒ .Β .Β . [so] you systematically eliminate risk in those early days.
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Peter H. Diamandis (Bold: How to Go Big, Create Wealth and Impact the World (Exponential Technology Series))
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The book publishing business is also run by people with this affliction. They love their industry, their product, their systems, and the joy it brings them. New technologies and business systems undermine that vision, and publishers often dismiss them because of simple nostalgia. The same thing happened to Kodak and to the big accounting
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Seth Godin (Linchpin: Are You Indispensable? How to drive your career and create a remarkable future)
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novel ideas can lead to ridicule, failure, and social rejection.22 Itβs hard to be the first one to tell people that the earth is not the center of the universe. Or to tell senior leaders at Kodak that digital will eclipse film.
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Daniel M. Cable (Alive at Work: The Neuroscience of Helping Your People Love What They Do)
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There is no Kodak in the world that could sear an image to memory like a heart when it is broken.
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Kristy Cambron (Castle on the Rise (Lost Castle, #2))