Longer ago than is probably wise to admit Robert Anton Wilson’s ideas crashed into my life over a Holiday season. He was a needed contribution to my thinking, and an example of someone from the same featureless backwaters of Brooklyn who did something with his life while also being weird as hell. Everything in my life changed in the aftermath, in part because Bob had handed me a few key “magic feathers” and showed me what might be of value in the Crowley legacy which I was once been obsessed with in High School. When I met him years later it was that Gerritsen Beach accent that struck me, like so many I’d grown up with.
So, if you need someone talking in the background while you are either engaging with or avoiding this Holiday season, let Bob be a companion.
Setemheb 