Robert Anton Wilson died yesterday morning. Light a candle, ingest a psychoactive substance, or vote for an ostrich in his memory, would you? He will be missed. For those of you who can't be arsed to click links, Bob's more or less final word on the subject was "I don't see how to take death seriously. It seems absurd."Here is his final blog entry in its entirety from this past Saturday. Considering his title for the entry, I'm glad I posted Dylan Thomas's "Do Not Go Gently Into That Good Night" three weeks ago myself. I'll just link to my prior entry instead of belaboring my friends list with a repost.
Bob Wilson was really my introduction into mindhacking as a more formal and scientific art form, rather than just a hobby for my own amusement. On my basement bookshelf is my copy of The Illuminatus! Trilogy that I managed to annotate two hundred pages in before I got bored and picked up another project to amuse myself. His "Quantum Psychology" introduced me to Bob Wilson the serious philosopher, and I've enjoyed both his fiction and nonfiction ever since. All of his books have that elusive re-readability factor, where you'll find some new detail nearly each and every time you pick up the volume, while being casual enough that the first read-through won't leave you scratching your head. Well, no more than the third or fourth read-through, anyhow, heh.
Basically, Bob Wilson was one of the authors that made a major impact on my life from adolescence through my twenties. I've always known I'm allowed to think differently, but Uncle Bob helped guide me into ways of doing so both brazenly and productively.
LE ROI EST MORT
VIVE LE ROI
Semper Bob Wilson.