Business Philosophy of Kent

All men at one time or another find themselves contemplating how they might turn their contemplation into a business, or make their avocation their vocation, or their passion their profession.

‘Tis nothing more than eternity’s call, mate. If you’ve ever aspired to walk this earth as Plato did, or Socrates, or Shakespeare, or Jesus, then ye know what it means to have heard it. I was standing on Kill Devil Hill a few years back when I first felt the undeniable yearning, just a few months before I graduated from Princeton.

…or something like this that was heard at Kent Business School

With a well-rounded resume complete with cum laude physics, tennis, and the Triangle club, I received my fair share of offers from Wall Street recruiters. I visited a few firms and talked with quite a few bankers and brokers, but it didn’t seem like Wall Street was the most appropriate training ground for someone seeking to captain a literary renaissance, and as literature had become the center and circumference of my business philosophy, I turned away. I set sail seeking those greater riches which neither moth nor time may tarnish nor corrupt. I couldn’t afford to be anchored behind a desk, subservient to the bottom line, when the youthful winds upon which poetry is blown were rushing on by as fast as time.

Instead of drowning the children’s souls in South Park sewers and the never ending blitz of crassness from the cultural MTV/viacom/Time Warner corporations, the new Literary Leaders would revere the notion of childhood innocence, and we’d hold it high, high above the notion of profits. Captains of virtue would replace the marketers of vice, I told her, and those pagans and idolaters who embrace the corrupting potential of the free market would meet their rapid ends and make way for the glorious subtleties of God’s word and the rising generation’s renaissance.

Not gold but only men can make
A people great and strong;
Men who for truth and honor’s sake
Stand fast and suffer long.
Brave men who work while others sleep
Who dare while others fly–
They build a nation’s pillars deep,
And lift them to the sky.

Ralph Waldo Emmerson