Love and screwing, God and Christ, death, love of life, rapture, and transformation

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Love thy neighbor, and screw his wife.

Come hither, through the black redemption, though breached and bangled, ghostly and impure. What you are is what you came for. Find that something worth finding.

Indeed we are the transcendence of ourselves only when we do not attempt to transcend ourselves. By not trying to go beyond 'what is', we go beyond it.

Shall I apologize like a fireman who feels contrition for soaking your carpets while saving your house?

Any answer which does not include God is not an answer but a misunderstanding.

God killed Christ.

I live at that hardened noon where time never ends, where you never come to rescue me, and where I cannot die in the light.

He lived his own life, thought his own thoughts, dreamt his own dreams, and died his own death.

There will always be ignorance and misery. The trick is to become still, if only for a second, to love life with everything you have, and to die without a curse or a hope in your soul.

What have I done in life? Nothing. I have gone places, loved women, hit the highest highs and the lowest lows, felt a rapture that would shame the gods, and walked dead streets as the loneliest man alive. But I have done nothing.

The observed is transformed by the transformation of the observer.

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These fragments are taken from unpublished writings by Jack Haas, selected from the notebooks 1990-2005.