God consciousness, spiritual bricklayers, a mollusk, toilets, pews, and the self

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I had to become the untouched consciousness looking out into the great unconsciousness, that God might enter the world through me, instead of me entering the world without God.

The Father burps, the Mother farts, and a universe incapable of itself is born.

            The bricklayers refuse to tear down old foundations, until, of course, they run out of bricks. But our epochcentricity is not greater than tradition: we merely pray on toilets, and shit on pews. And

             Oh, it is harder to forget what you are not, than to remember what you are. In fact, you are not afraid ...you are fear itself, so you are afraid of not being afraid.

Poor God, you have such a poor image of God, that you will never accept that you’re you.

Only an ignorant mollusk would stoop to build pearls around the filth it feels within.

Occurrence must alert a person‑ that they are looking in the wrong direction, and ought turn away from the manifest, towards the unmanifest.

            One loses their self in gaining the world, and gains their self by losing it. To lose is to set loose. You gain the out by leaving the in, you gain the in by leaving the out.

In that pit of life’s blinding aporia, no one could solve for me the type of estrangement I had found, because to exist like a hermetically sealed flask, apart from and a part of this earth, and yet brave in the falseness of hope, is to hide without shelter, and flee without foes.

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These fragments are taken from unpublished writings by Jack Haas, selected from the notebooks 1990-2005.