Silence, freedom, fruit, the mind, and Descartes

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Who shall speak of themselves? You? And what will you say of whatever, to one who never heard silence talk? Who is your muteness talking? And why did you say it?

Freedom, absolute freedom, can you not fathom what that implies? You are released. You tremble into otherness. You no longer belong to yourself or anything. Freedom has no identity, identity has no freedom.

Put your damned patience away. Tomorrow is already yesterday. Drop your empty basket, and climb. The meek shall inherit the rot. What falls easily to you is sparse.

The only skill required is intent, everything else is a rung on the ladder.

The fruit requests the hunger, the hunger requests the fruit.

The fruits yearn to be picked, so pick them.

, and when it does ...we are dead men.

The mind is a tyrant which also has hidden agendas; like the political non‑sequitur of Descartes' 'I am'‑ such proves, unwittingly, man's clandestine bias against his exiled dissident: 'I am not'.

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These fragments are taken from unpublished writings by Jack Haas, selected from the notebooks 1990-2005.