Consciousness and dream, heroes, life and death, creation, art, God, and perfection

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Consciousness is but multiple interstices, slipping and sliding in between the singular Dream. And each one of us has simply a recurring chance to manifest truth into the lie.

"The time has come when we all must become heroes and create heroes."

Stepan Stulginsky

I realize now that I had not sought life amongst death, for, whatever we seek to find, or become, or be, has no eternity, no reality, but belongs only to the passing show of change. I had sought to crystalize the flow of my own eternity, to see myself as a static something, capable of being 'I'. This was impossible.

Creation, being ever new, is without meaning; creation is like art for art's sake, and thus it is greater than knowledge or understanding, for it transcends these at all moments by being limitless and inexplicable and ...still occurring.

There is no 'ought' in life. Nor is there anything arbitrary.

I know of no label which matters, for there is only the great realm of being, and there is no name for it. Our internal vocabulary is yet incomplete, for we do not hear the Word of God, and without the Word we have not the Will, and without the Will we are lost, doomed, and damned.

Just be. You were born when it was time to be born, and you shall die when you should be dead. There is neither fault nor division but through our faulty and perilous reason. 

We are the effect of a much greater cause. And when finally we remember this, and slip effortlessly back to the Source, then shall we find perfection in imperfection, joy in sorrow, union in division, and God in our horrible Godlessness. So be it.

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These selected fragments are excerpted from unpublished writings by Jack Haas; selections from the notebooks 1990-2005.