A lotus rising out of the mud
taken from ANARCHY OF SPIRIT: an epistle for ridiculous times, from early writings by Jack Haas: this is a rare, online book
But the lie of the world will only hold you in hell if you allow it to hold you, because to leave hell you must leave alone, the world cannot come with you, because the world loves hell, and the world is hell.
You must break free. Free from the masses- for they are the mass, the weight which will slow you down, the demons welcoming you to hell- or you will drown smiling upon their depthless surface, in the tepid, ensconcing dreamless sleep of meaning, in the spiritual squalor of their useless creations, in the gravity of their disease, in the wrecked and irredeemable conclusions of their minds.
Others will try to make you believe that you exist as they say you do. And they will try to make you need things. And they will try to make you live improperly. They will trap you in the Form, and further in the Content, and then in the shackles of reason.
But you will stop listening to others when you realize they are tired, and wrong, and confused by their own useless noise. And when the fury of your heart recognizes their malevolent guise, the innocence of your eyes will condemn the idolatry of their minds.
Yea, you will not be able to love the world's beauty until you have hated all its lies. And that hate is love itself, the love of emancipation, the chick thrashing feverishly for the fuller life outside.
No longer do we grow peacefully upward like sublime lotuses, gently rising above the mud. Now is the day we must push our way up through mankindís hardened cement, and learn to blossom like mountain roses, with their glorious, soft beauty protected by their sharpened, merciless thorns.
Early writings by Jack Haas: a rare, online book.