Spinning a yarn of a diatribe, and the infinity of self

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Allow me to continue spinning the yarn of this interminable diatribe. Return with me won’t you, to the absence of ourselves.

How strange indeed it is to journey back to the heart of being, and return with no word to tell. All to no conclusion. All to no avail.

Thus- and here is where the misery falls right into your lap- for there to be love on this loveless earth, YOU must be love. How could it be any other way? Everything is your relationship to life, to yourself, to god; the Way, is the way things are. Can you not see the manifest waking up to greet you? You- a ship in the sea of relation.

It is not possible to say "I am nothing", nor is it possible to say "I am everything", it is only possible to say "I am nothing, and I am everything". The truth exists in the paradoxical union of supposed opposites, neither of which would be true on their own.

When you've stripped yourself of yourself, then shall you be whole. When you return to infinity (and indeed we all shall return there) you will simply have returned to 'I', to God, to the one you are and do not believe it.

Then you must be many different things, for many different people.

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These fragments and quotes are taken from the unpublished writings of Jack Haas, selected from the notebooks 1990-2005.