Birds, thought as parasite, Champaign, the witness, a snail, God, the body, and form

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Though birds can fly, yet they still harvest their sustenance from the ground.

What if thought is a parasite slowly killing you?

Once the cork is out of the Champaign bottle, it might as well be drunk dry, cause it’s only gonna go flat anyway.

The self which exists prior to the event is free from the event.

Do not react. Witness, then act.

I am everything.

I picked a snail out of the head of lettuce I bought at the supermarket, and I through it in the hedge nearby. And he went to his newfound mates that night and said- “I’m telling you I flew, man, I flew. God picked me up I don’t know how and I was suddenly an angel flying for a while.” Thus arose a religion of snails devoted to climbing into heads of lettuce so as to be recieved by God and become as angels.

Disintegration begets formulation.

I also occur prior to form. That a person can pinch me and cause me pain does not prove that I am only form, for I could light someone’s clothing on fire, and they would be burned, though they are not their clothes.

The body is like a radio from which one hears a person talking, and then a symphony playing, and yet one does not imagine that an orchestra is stuffed into that little black box; so it is with God, who transmits into, and animates, every being, and who is in the body without being in the body.

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These selected fragments are excerpted from unpublished writings by Jack Haas; selections from the notebooks 1990-2005.