The Rev. Ron Sala
The Unitarian Universalist Society in Stamford
May 23, 2004
In fact, some people get together regularly to do laugh exercises, something like the one we’re about to do.
First, we need our percussion section, where the big kettledrums are. They’ll be the people in the back half of the sanctuary. When I point at them, they’ll give a big Jabba the Hut belly laugh: HO! HO! HO! … HO! HO! HO! … Try it…. HO! HO! HO!
Next, we need the wind instruments, trombones, trumpets, flutes, etc. They’ll be the people in the front right of the sanctuary. They’ll give a loud chest laugh: HA! HA! HA! … HA! HA! HA! … Try it…. HA! HA! HA!
Finally, we need the stringed instruments, violins and violas. They give a high throat laugh: HE! HE! HE! … HE! HE! HE … Try it…. HE! HE! HE!
So, when I point at your section, give your type of laugh: HO! HO! HO! … HA! HA! HA! … HE! HE! HE! I may point at more than one group at once. When I go like, this [circles with hands], everybody laugh! When I go like this [swipe], fine. Ready! And begin….
[Hilarity ensues?]
Continuing with the poem, we’re told that success also means:
to win the respect of intelligent people
Why of “intelligent people,” I wonder. Perhaps because winning the respect of the unintelligent doesn’t mean much. Everywhere the inquiring mind turns today it meets with fakery and empty glamour. It’s been said of Hollywood, a town emblematic of our American fascination with contrived appearances, that once you strip from Hollywood all its fake glitter, you’ll find underneath real glitter….
Deep down, there’s nothing we want more than what’s real, yet it seems the real can often be hard to come by, whether in public or private life. Success, to be real, must go beyond appearance. It must stand up to the scrutiny of the intellect, our own and others.
Speaking of intellectual scrutiny, I would be falling down on the job if I were to point out that the Spring 2000 Emerson Society Papers include an entry by Joel Myerson entitled, “Emerson’s ‘Success’—Actually It’s Not.” In the paper, he claims the poem was mistakenly attributed to Emerson because some of his writing appears in close proximity to a poem by Bessie Stanley. Here’s Bessie Stanley’s poem:
To continue, we read that success is also to win:
… the affection of children;
If the respect of intelligent people is success passed through the fire of the mind, the affection of children is success splashing in the water of the heart. Children generally have a great capacity for trust. They also have uncanny abilities to see into adult motivations. To win the affection of children is to become, in a sense, a child for a moment again, while never losing our hard-earned adult maturity. Often that maturity, without which real success is impossible, comes through trying times. The poem goes on that success is:
to earn the appreciation of honest critics / and endure the betrayal of false friends;
In Stephen Sondheim’s musical Into the Woods, Little Red Riding Hood sings a song about her experience with the Big Bad Wolf. One memorable line goes, “nice is different than good.” To listen with the ear inside the ear is to hear success calling through words that can be hard to hear, words from those who care enough to call us to our best selves. Honest appreciation and honest criticism are quite different from the false flattery that betrays in and of itself.
Success is:
to appreciate beauty; to find the best in others;
Sometimes, this part takes a long time. You can walk down the same city block a hundred times without finding all the beauty in it, never mind the beauty of a tranquil lake or awesome peak.
To find the best in others, and in ourselves, can take even longer. After all, our good emerges with time. It’s mixed with the bad we do to ourselves and others. But as we transform ourselves, one step at a time, the beauty becomes apparent. Poet Maya Angelou writes about this inner beauty, this real success, in simple, powerful language. She writes,
Success is internal, being able to look in the mirror when you brush your teeth and like what you see, and not drop your eyes. Liking yourself, and liking the person you want to be and liking the person you're trying to become. And that is it. That puts you at ease in any company. Whether you're black in white company, or white in black company, you're at ease. Christian with Jews at ease, because you know your heart and you know how you feel. That is true success.
Returning to our poem, success is:
to leave the world a bit better, / whether by a healthy child,/ a garden patch / or a redeemed social condition;
Today at the Society we’ve been celebrating our success together, not just as measured by our accomplishments this year but by our hopes for the future. Ultimately, it’s not what we do that lasts, but who we become by doing it. True success is discovering who you really are. It’s following your bliss, growing your soul, discovering your true will, and the will of the Highest for you.
Don’t be disturbed too much if you find your own type of success is not seen as success by the crowd. I remember a moving story I heard many years ago from Professor Tony Campolo, a lecturer I think Emerson would have been proud of. Campolo said,
The type of success Campolo speaks about in his parable of the Ph.D. mailman comes in ways we can never quantify. I’m often amazed at the many ways we care for each other and our congregation. Real success is it’s own reward. The poem concludes:
to know even one life has breathed easier / because you have lived. / This is to have succeeded.
I’ll conclude with the words of Henry David Thoreau: “Why should we be in such desperate haste to succeed, and in such desperate enterprises? If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let us listen for the drummer that calls us, be she ever so distant or so near….