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Bodhisattva

(from the notebooks of Jack Haas)

 

There is a hole, from this realm into another, into which one can look. There are angels who gather round the one who looks into this hole, but they themselves cannot look within. Everyone who has ever looked into the hole, no matter how hardened was their heart, began eventually to weep. In fact, the sorrow of the one who looks into the hole inexorably becomes so woeful and penetrating that the angels, who have never in eternity seen into the hole, begin to weep as well. And the agony becomes so great for the one who looks into the hole that the angels can no longer bear the pain they now feel also. It is then that the angels become desperate from sorrow, sadness, pain, and love. They try to wrestle the looker away from the hole. But the looker cannot be moved. It is then that it becomes too much for them. The mob of weeping angels set upon the one who cannot stop looking, who shudders and moans a desperate, terrible sorrow for that which the looker sees. And the looker holds on. And the mob who feels the pain of the one who sees the unknown agony now take to violence and rage to pull the looker away from the sorrow they cannot see. And when finally the looker's bloodied grasp is wrenched free from its hold, and the looker is grappled by the raging horde of weeping, loving, frantic angels, and the hurtling chaos of heaven and earth comes crashing to a tremendous, pulverizing halt- that is when the weeping mass begins to laugh.

 

Bodhisattva

(from the notebooks of Jack Haas)

 

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