The Cosmic Trigger is Pulled and Robert Anton Wilson Departs
above: Robert Anton Wilson recently.
Robert Anton Wilson, January 18, 1932 - January 11, 2007
Last night, as it said on the mans blog, Robert Anton Wilson Defied Medical Experts, who expected him to live for another two months, and left his body @4:50 AM on binary date 01/11.
Wilson was a driving force of energy and optimism, that even up to the transition of that energy to other form(s), never failed or weakened. Right up to the end he remained a force of love, humour, energy and perhaps most of all, intelligence.
Wilson was also, among other things a Mystic, Magician, Guerilla Ontologist, Activist, Libertarian, Drug Taker, Scientist, Joycean Scholar, Fortean, musician, stand up comedian and also, as described by himself and others, a philosopher. Over a forty year career Bob waged war against dogma, idiocy, fear and ignorance.
He was more successful on this mission than anyone else I can name. He wrote many books, including:
Sex, Drugs and Magic
Reality is what you can get away with
The New inquisition
Everything is Under Control
These books, like Wilson himself, are all beacons of light, humour and a wonderful rationality, both mystical and mischievous, magickal and scientific. I could and will recommend them to anyone who is interested in the future positive evolution of humanity, from the macrocosm of the species to the microcosm of the individual. He educated all of us that came in contact with his work, that, as he said himself, “the universe contains a maybe.”
Wilson, I think I can say without doubt, was to me, one of the most influential and positive authors and thinkers, his ideas about what we as a species are capable of opened many doors that I would not otherwise have known existed, and put new light and a new way of perceiving on a few that I knew about already.
Wilsons last blog entry on January 6th of this year reflects his lifelong commitment to good humour and good sense, and is, a very great example to us all.
"Various medical authorities swarm in and out of here predicting I have between two days and two months to live. I think they are guessing. I remain cheerful and unimpressed. I look forward without dogmatic optimism but without dread. I love you all and I deeply implore you to keep the lasagna flying.
Please pardon my levity, I don't see how to take death seriously. It seems absurd."
Of all the eulogies that I have posted on this blog, none has moved me more, or left me with a greater or more profound feeling of emptiness than having to write Wilson's.
I can only hope that anyone who reads this post that has not come into contact with his writings searches out and reads his books.
They will not tell you what to think, they will allow you to think for yourself.
Take a trip to the Robert Anton Wilson homepage.
Finally, I would like to say, Goodbye Bob, and thanks for everything.
The most appropriate way to finish this post I think, is to leave you with two quotes that Bob himself attached to the end of every email, well those he was good enough to send to me anyway.
I think God is sending us a message: "If you can't take a joke,Peace and Hope
go fuck yourselves."
Events which appear crude or offensive in the instant
may become, with a change of perspective, somewhere between
droll and riotously funny.
Hannibal Lecter, M.D