The «language» of Taekwon-do is foreign to me, in any
connotation of the word. I don’t know the first thing about Korean, even though
I over the years through two of my offsprings have been exposed to a fair share
of yop cha jirugis, ap cha oligis, ap cha busigis and not to forget a whole bunch of momchau makgis. Fortunately, all merely
in a literary sense. When it comes to the inner language; the history and
background, the hows and whens and dos and don’ts, I am but an infant;
interested, but still only vaguely aware of the contours of an unknown world.
The little I have gleaned has revealed an organization with
strong emphasis on respect for authorities, i.e. anyone superior in “rank”, and
reverence for the sport and its origin. “Standing” is signified by an easily
deciphered dress code, at a glance identifiable for The Initiated, rendering it
simple to do the right thing, e.g. bow in the right direction, at the right
time to the right person.
The sense of respect so thoroughly permeates the atmosphere that
even I on occasion have instinctively
inclined my head along with everybody else, instantly afterwards shaking my
head, wondering what the heck I’m doing.
The high ranked coaches are in TKd contexts confident, solemn,
serious and strictly business looking. That, together with their physically fit
stature, intuitively convinces you that these are people you want to stay on good
terms with. Even though I have been informed time and again by “insiders” as to
the human qualities of the above mentioned, I have always played it safe,
staying at an arm’s length plus a little more, away from the
in-attitude-Samurai-lookalikes. All the greater was my surprise... Read The Inner Game of Taekwon-do
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