All Hail Eris!
On behalf of his children and those who cared for him, deepest love and gratitude for the tremendous support and lovingness bestowed upon us.
(that's it from Bob's bedside at his fnord by the sea)
RAW Memorial February 2007
date to be announced
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Thanks Bob.
Hail Eris! All hail Discordia!
St John the Blasphemist
This sucks :(
You were a huge inspiration to my life, and you will be greatly missed.
HAIL ERIS!!
We all need to burn a little brighter now. For RAW.
I'll see you when the stars are right...
the SacredRoach
You do magick Bob!
You revealed and then so elegantly annihilated my reality tunnel. You did so with optimism, humor, and grace absent condescension.
Thank you for revealing what "is" neither here nor there.
Thank you for squashing my I, revealing all inside and around that 'seems'.
I think therefore I am? ... Not anymore, not for 'I'.
We observe, we communicate, therefore we grow.
We love you. We miss you. We strive and rise to reach you.
Send us a postcard.
peace. we'll see you when we get there.
I’ve been around, I seen the town take its fee
I seen the breeze hit the sea, looking for something to be
I’ve fucked around and done a lot of silly things
Running far in the dark, trying hard to outrace me
And as I watch the fading sunset comb its fingers
through the hair of the air dying free
I wonder to myself if I will be so beautiful and brave
When the reaper comes for me
You can’t hold a sound or its proud energy
In your hands but you can dance if you’re bold enough you see
And where the ground meets a boundless sky of dreams
You can go there you know if you close your eyes and leap
And as I watch the trees of august drop their tumbling tragic leaves
In broken wreaths on the dying green
I cannot help but wonder to myself what I will someday be
When the reaper comes for me.
But enough poetry. Thank you, farewell, goodnight. I like to imagine that there is some part of you that is now aware just how many of us are still down here hoping and focusing for the fufillment of whatever the hell it is you may desire at this point of your journey.
See you in the lifestream...
30 seconds of copyright-free video clips of Robert Anton Wilson available for download to authorized media outlets at:
http://impermanentpress.com/pages2/wilson-trailer.html
QuickTime MPEG-4 movies
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Counterculture icon ROBERT ANTON WILSON passed away quietly in his Capitola home on January 11th. Wilson, perhaps best known as co-author of the 1975 cult classic novel "Illuminatus!," wrote more than 30 books and several plays, and was the subject of a 2003 documentary, "Maybe Logic." A long-time friend of such counterculture figures as Timothy Leary, Paul Krassner and George Carlin, Wilson recently gained notoriety as a vocal proponent of medical marijuana, which he claimed relieved the pain and suffering of his Post-Polio Syndrome. Robert Anton Wilson was 74 years old.
Around dawn yesterday, when Pope Bob started frolicking with the Sex Goddessess aboard the Escape Vessels, my computer happened to be employed in uploading to Usenet group alt.binaries.multimedia.slack the 10 minute video of him in the Hour of Slack radio studio (from 1987, same as the one in the course).
I was sound asleep at the time. But when I got up, I opened my t-shirt drawer full of ten zillion weirdo t-shirts, and the one on top JUST HAPPENED (??!?!?) to be my SINGLE Pope "Bob" shirt. Quite a while after I read of his Advance Personal X-Day I looked in the mirror and realized Pope Bob was looking back at me from my shirt.
That old joker!
This world did not deserve you, kind sir, and yet there you were, here you are, and there you go. Give Douglas Adams a punch in the arm for me. ..Not too hard.
thank you for make me/us think.
"
That is not dead which can eternal lie,
And with strange æons, even death may die
"
23
#red-eyez
condolences ()
Bob, your work has given me direction and purpose for years, we know what we must do, we just hope we continue the work you initiated with the same level of courage and honesty that you have displayed. See you around old man
HAIL ERIS ALL HAIL DISCORDIA
...Oh yeah! Praise Bob. Hail Eris.
farewell
travel well
One of the few humans that I will truly miss. Thanks fnord for the writings, the humor, intelligence, creativity, and the irreverence that I always found inspriring and wholly satisfying. RAW -- one of a kind in the best possible way. Thank you, and good-bye.
all i could do for st. raw
see you in the western lands...
Enospí, Sin forcí, Tvrusky...
Good Travel ma frienda!
"AHD"!
Hail Eris!
Bob, we love you, Man, and we will miss you! Have fun and Happy Trails.
Love and Lasagne,
The Star Children
Bob,
A heartfelt farewell to you here on earth.
You were an enormous influence in my life and I am forever grateful to you.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
You think this wil rhyme
But it ain't gonna
But seriously, Simon Moon never really made a convincing homosexual, despite his penchant for the androgynous in his lovers. Well, that's the kind of nonsense you get when you fuck around with alternate histories I suppose.
You owe me about $50 in quarters, you fucking Chirs Kringle thelemite.
Cheerio!
BAAAAAAAAAAAHB!!!!
Dear Bob,
Hey, thanx for the mind fuck, and Bon Voyage, see you on the other side.
Love you dearly...
Come back soon. We need more like you.
Rene Gonzales, Eagle Rock, Los Angeles, CA, USA, Earth, Milky Way
I think, Maybe.
The comet in Alaska is I believe... YOU coming back into the Earths atmosphere.
You will be welcomed again into our Earth..
With many regards and respects to you and your family Robert...
Sorry to see you leave so soon but knowing you will return to us sooner..
Mtmike
Safe journey.
Bob, you helped to influence a change in my view of the world and will always be a hero to me.
Hail Eris. All hail Discordia!
As sad as it is to hear of his departure from our plane of existance, we must remember he has not left us. He will be forever remembered as a revolutionary, a free thinker, a teacher, a friend... I never met him, nor did I ever communicate with him... but he and I, just as him and yourself are connected... a body may expire, but the energy that is that person's essence can never be destroyed... he is now once more with the sea of information and potential that we are all a part of... may he rest in peace knowing that he achieved his dream of immortality, even though his body did not... he has passed a horizion, but his information will never be lost... he showed me and opened my I... and he will influence my life until I join him...
All Hail Eris!
farewell my brother in mind
11, 23, hot dogs, bob, and dillinger, anyways, and all ways, thank you, and goodnight.
:)
Bye, RAW. I was fortunate to see you speak a few times and recieve my 'dicordian popehood' from you (Along with 75 other crazy multi-panthestic freaks..:) ) I loved Illuminatus but Cosmic Trigger changed my life. I have released several of your books into the wild and they are travelling the world. I wish you peace, you will missed and am grateful you showed up to this party. Got Fnord? 23, Juno
PS, say 'hi' to leary for us, you guys are free at last...
Anything I could possibly post here would only be redundant. But then anything I could possibly post here would only be redundant.
Goddess-speed, Bob, and thanks.
who put the bob in the bobshoobobshoobob? who put the bob in the bobalama ding dong? you did. goodbye.
mister bob ~ he dead
~
a penny fer the ol' guy
Goodbye, and thank you. We'll take it from here.
The Anglophone sector of micronationalism is grateful to you, Robert, for giving us the word FNORD, which has evolved into one of the highest awards we can recieve.
Farewell.
Thanks for everything, Bob.
You will be sorely missed.
Thanks for everything
Thank you
Hail Eris!
Adiós...
Hasta pronto...
Hola...
How is it that I only meet you after you have gone? I linked to your blog from a friends. I only logged on LJ tonight to post some thoughts on how silly and pointless life seems, at least I've felt that way since I lost my Dad. Then I read your thoughts. Somehow I think in a odd, inner connected way that is unintelligible to this mere mortal, I was meant to find it. Now I'm off to read more, and find out what is up with flying lasagna. Good journey to you Bob, where ever you may be.
thanks for everything
Thank you Bob. Thank you for everything.
All Hail Discordia !
The Illuminatus Trilogy is probably the most important book I've ever read. Thank you.
Hail Eris.
Words can't do some feelings justice.
I'm just going to think my goodbye instead...
Having been lucky enough to be shown our roads by Bob, we should all resolve to drag ourselves and as many others as we have the energy for out of this quagmire. Like a bunch of little Bobs. We shouldn't feel obliged to grow a beard though and we should try not to be preachy or too certain of our opinions. We should all just chat about stuff with the people we know, be optimistic and keep on thinking (even when it seems sticky) Minds are highly elastic freestyle groove machines. One jewel in many.
(Hope that didn't seem too preachy, just feel that we are all very lucky and this great fella deserves a legacy we can all be proud of) Let's do it.
Hip Hip Hooray !! Well Aye !!!
Cheers, much love and thanks!
visionary philosopher, mentor, hero -
thanks RAW, you have seeded so many! we all shall meet with you again...but not yet, not yet...fnord!
love always, anima
Missing you, but now you are in a better place.
Thank you for everything.
I've dedicated my last show to you, my Brother.
Fnord in the Sky.
Peace,
=RD=
Farewell and thank you for all you have written
Farewell Bob, and thanks for all the brilliance you send our way when you walked among us.
May your books continue to be printed for as long as this planet lasts, because this world needs to hear your voice of reason and Total Agnosticism.
Ah, shit.
Thanks Bob. As you taught us, words cannot adequately express what we feel. And this moment is no exception. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for pointing me in the "right" direction. The only complement I feel I can give is to take what you gave me and work to further and apply it. Thats all any of us can do.
Now, I really need to do those damn exercizes dont I!!!!!
Research trip for the next book Bob?
Thanks for the reality check. Without your books i'd be a bigger cosmic schmuck :)
Thanks for the lessons. Travel happy and well. All Hail Eris.
Just a plain goodbye
Thanks for everything, see you on the other side...
Rest In Peace, good man.
I am already pining for the fnords.
Now THERE went a cool dude.
May the stars (and the fnords) sing tribute to your passing...
Farewell, and thank you for being my teacher and my inspiration.
Have fun on the next plane, old man...but don' t forget us, cause this one misses you already.
HAIL ERIS! ALL HAIL DISCORDIA!
It may be just my naive optimism... but I can't stop hoping that Bob decided to officially check-out prematurley... so that he could spend his real last moments reading what would be said after he's gone.... but it still feels a little bit colder in the world now... and what ever happened to the Babcock family?????
Thank you for having been...
ta-raa chuck
You opened my eyes with your books, you'll be sorely missed.
Lots of love to you and yours Bob
Wow. What can I say, see you when I get there, Uncle Bob...
God bless your journey
Goodbye for now!
Thank you for everything you shared with the world.
We'll never forget you.
HEIL ERIS!!!
GUL GUL GUL!!!
You have inspired me in a great way.Good bye
a deity
G'bye old friend.
be seeing you in the next incarnation
Hail Eris!
Peace
cheers!
Rest in peace, Bob.
You will be missed.
Thanks Bob. Thanks.
requiem in memoriam
I'm still shocked ¡¡ It's like losing a dear dear friend ¡¡
You are in all of us ¡¡
Huge Hug ¡¡
Happy Trails you feingan bastard... see you at the Wake.
RAW: your effect on this world is proof that magick does work--the world is better off as a result of your time here--you touched so many lives
23 skiddo
everyman and every woman is a star
So Man, who here seems principal alone, Perhaps acts second to some sphere unknown. Touches some wheel, or verges to some goal, 'Tis but a part we see, and not a whole. Alexander Pope, Essay on Man
We thank you, sincerely. I've turned into nearly a Gideon, passing out copies of Prometheus Rising. You'll be a Loa soon.
But how could he write this message? He is alive!
See you next lifetime, Bob (if you choose it.) And so the essence of RAW continues to spread out into the multiverse...
To Bob's family and friends, thank you for loving him and being there for him. Take care of yourselves.
In Prometheus Rising (p.258) Bob quotes the Belgian physicist Ilya Prigogine:
"A dissipative structure is highly complex and therefore highly unstable. The more complex it is, the more unstable it is, mathematically, certainly; and the more unstable, the more likely it is to change--to evolve.
All dissipative structures are teetering, perpetually, between self-destruction and re-organisation on a higher level of information (coherence)."
Farewell Bob, we'll miss your wise and beautiful words. You taught us to take nonsense seriously, or was it the other way around? Your work will live on, at a higher level of information, guiding us all forward.
I'm sure, one day our pineal glands will find the right frequency, and we'll hear from you again.
Goodbye Robert Anton Wilson, and give Eris a big kiss for me...
One sad Belgian physicist.
(Fliegende Kinderscheisse, WIECZNY KWIAT WTADZA)
Sir Robert- Sleep well and we'll see you out on the golden submarine somewhere in Atlantis...
-x
The most Holy Gods of all heaven and all the Earth, of the Firmanent, of the Stars, of the Abyss, of the Sun, of the Moon, of all the Wise, of all the Good, of all the Just, of all who walk in the Light, of the Righteous, of the Brave, of the Intelligent, of the Courageous, of the Merciful now wait no longer, they have their comrade. Hail Eris! 93 93/93.
Farewell, thank you Bob for all.
Like Ryan Lawrence said, we will carry on your work.
At First day in Chaos in year 3173 you have enter to the next part..have a good journay!
Greetings from Switzerland
Fuck! This is very sad indeed. My name is Ruairi Conneely and Robert Anton Wilson helped change my life very much for the better. It's sad to think that he'll never write another book, draw another shockingly lucid analogy or crack another joke. Good luck, Bob. Give our regards to Arlene and Lil' Jimmy Joyce. Love and support to Bob's immediate family in their mourning. Namu Amida Butsu
Fare Thee Well.
The great teacher is no more.
Farewell Robert Anton Wilson.
Thank you for sharing your wisdom.
My condolence to his family and friends.
One of the biggest influences on my life and thinking is gone.
Bob, not only did I read nearly every word of yours published, but had the pleasure of seeing you speak several times, and actually sharing a conversation with you once. Truly there was no figure on Earth who combined intelligence, compassion and (most markedly) humor in such a brilliant way as did you.
My prayers go out to your family and friends, and I hope to meet you again some time in the Eternal Now.
Immense gratitude for your great mind, deep honesty, crazy humour. You helped this world make more sense and more nonsense to me, perhaps more than anybody else has. I honour your life, I aspire to your wisdom.
Farewell Friend
Obrigado por tudo.
We'll miss you Bob. The world is a darker place for your not being in it.
Thanks for showing me the fnords.
Blessed Part my friend. Enjoy the Summerlands.
Since 1976, your books and your brilliance have been part of my life. Thank you so much.
Happy voyaging!
Goodbye. You were my Virgil thorugh the illusion haunted realms of Choronzon. You have left the Age of Lies with your reputation and ideas in tact. Bravo.
Raise A Glass Sorors and Fraters.
Grief. Tears. I met you once in Providence, and I told you that your books had made it harder to talk to people. You told me that your books were all about helping people communicate better. I said that I'd changed so much from reading your books that I couldn't talk to anyone who wasn't changed the same way. You said you were tired and were going off to bed. Thanks for everything, and thanks for the incredible laugh I had at that pizza place in Norwood, where I tried to read that story of the Texas "Yellow Dog Democrat" sheriff who decided to kill his wife with nightshade. I kept falling off the chair. 5 17 23 Thou art goddess.
Thank You RAW...
Thank you for what you have written; thank you for who you are. And let's all remember to Stick Apart, in the Name of Eris. Good-bye.
"Every fact of science was once Damned. Every invention was considered impossible. Every discovery was a nervous shock to some orthodoxy. Every artistic innovation was denounced as fraud and folly. The entire web of culture and ‘progress’, everything on earth that is man-made and not given to us by nature, is the concrete manifestation of some man's refusal to bow to Authority." -- Robert Anton Wilson, with Robert Shea, Illuminatus! Trilogy
"It was Greg Hill and Kerry Thornley who founded the Discordian Society, which is based on the worship of Eris, the Goddess of Chaos, discord, confusion, bureaucracy and international relations. They have no dogmas, but one catma. The catma is that everything in the universe relates to the number 5, one way or another, given enough ingenuity on the part of the interpreter. I found the Discordian Society to be the most satisfactory religion I had ever encountered up until that point, so I became a Discordian Pope. This is done by excommunicating all the Discordian Popes you can find and setting up your own Discordian Church. This is based on Greg's teaching that we Discordians must stick apart." -- Robert Anton Wilson
Farewell, thank you Bob for all.
From Argentine,
Sirio 23 - O.23
i will revisit your wisdom and humour for the rest of my days
thankyou so much for the pearls you have left us
ive never thoughtlaughed so hard...
...
Go well, Bob.
so I read the obit in the NYTs today & share it with friends far and near. later, at home, I flip open the Collegiate dictionary randomly to test out a pair of new reading glasses at a higher diopter and come down squarely on the entry for "Osiris," first mention of which in Cosmic Trigger is -- both naturally and unnaturally it seems -- page 23: "In each trip the Body was Resurrected, Osiris rose from his tomb; I was godly and eternal for awhile."
Reading about the death of Luna in the Cosmic Trigger 1 was one of the most moving things I ever read. Now RAW can be with her again.Happy thoughts.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch!"
oh you'll probably get past JW, but the jub jub bird: phuck
buona fortuna
You will be missed in the form of you body.
i will meet you up there with Tim.
See you soon.
http://mbcpoetry.wordpress.com
Time to Die
Ikkyu, the Zen master, was very clever even as a boy. His teacher had a precious teacup, a rare antique. Ikkyu happened to break this cup and was greatly perplexed. Hearing the footsteps of his teacher, he held the pieces of the cup behind him. When the master appeared, Ikkyu asked: "Why do people have to die?"
"This is natural," explained the older man. "Everything has to die and has just so long to live."
Ikkyu, producing the shattered cup, added: "It was time for your cup to die."
Has learned about this grandfather only when it has died. The remarkable person! It agrees with that that a zen-master
Hail Eris and ALL DISCORDIA!
Good Bye! See ya latter.
Goodbye, Bob. Thank you for saving me from fear, and for teaching me to giggle at reality. Have fun out there.
Thank you for your insight, your playfulness, your inspiration. What you have given us will never die.
Fnord.
no wife no horse no mustache...adios my friend...
Farewell, and may you rest in fnord. You were a great woman.
thanks for the fnords and the 23s
e!
ewige blumenkraft, bob.
your books have changed my life. and for the better, I might add.
you will be missed.
12 tons of flax!
He will be missed, and just for those of us that need our 23s--he passed on 1/11...Day and Month are the first 2 parts of our traditional date structure. 1+1+1 = 3...so, 23. Also, it's now 2007 according to the papal system, and 7-2= 5.
I was listening to LWIIIs song "Hank and Fred" about Hank Williams and Fred Rogers (two other saints) and was randomly flipping around some webpages when I saw the news. While not unexpected, part of me is glad I found the news while practicing chaos.
See you later!
Thanks for everything!!!!
only learned about it now.
farewell ...
"My heart has joined the Thousand, for my friend stopped running today."
Wave hello to the Pooka for me.
That's not my reality!
Robert is still alive, can't you see?
Great man, good job - may Don Juan bless you.
miss you
Damn, you're dead again?
Now I must go celebrate your terrestrial departure with a handful of flax.
Make sure to notify New Falcon Publications your new email address.
LOVE
You touched so many lives, Bob.
Farewell, and well lived.
"...Metals corrode, organisms die, everything is in a process of continuous change."
Goodbye sensei, second father.
:)
"It is difficult to live in the present, pointless to live in the future, and impossible to live in the past..."
-Frank Herbert-
Kallisti. Give 'em heck in the next one, Bob.
So long and thanks for all the fnords!
I know not, I
What men together say
How lovers, lovers die
And youth passes away
Cannot understand
The love that mortals bear
For naitive naitive land
When all the lands are theirs
And why at grave they grieve
For just one voice and face
And not, and not recieve
Another in it's place
I alone above the cone
Of the circling night
Flying, never have I known
A more or lesser light
Sorrow it is, they call
This cup from whence my lip
Woe is me, ever in all
My endless days must sip
-C.S. Lewis
I find it synchronous that I'm finding out about RAW's passing as I just finished watching the DVD "Maybe Logic" minutes ago. Maybe it means something... maybe not. =)
Some say "to lead by example" is the noblest/best way to teach. RAW has certainly taught me to laugh and enjoy the universe more than I used to, and also how to break out of my pre-set reality tunnels. Lead by RAW's example and be suspicious of your B.S. as well as other's.
preach,
---23---
To Bob's family and friends,
Thank you for sharing your loved one with the rest of us.
We will all miss his wit and wisdom.
He will continue to be a guiding light.
Much love, Helen xxxx
Just heard the news, so here's a prayer for everybody except myself:
May the sacred **** take your blessed **** into ****, so you can finally meet **** and **** a **** together!
Oh, and give regards to the wifey, she'll be happy you made it in time. But seriously folks, there goes the H.E.A.D. capstone of the Pyeamid! Woe, now my tears don't ever appeal in Court again. But let me at least say this behind his back, in the Illuminati's secret mothers tongue:
Fliegende Kinderscheisse, O Bruderwesen Bob, auf immer und ewig. Wir werden dich vermissen.
And yes, you never inspired me, indeed! Almost never. Now, back to work, slaves.
Farewell Friend
All Hail Eris!
I saw the fnords, and they were us.
Thanks in advance.
Your books
Are
Much
More important
Than
The bible
A wild flower at any age, and now another season. Goodby noble spirit
Goodbye Rob.
I'll remember you with love.
Thankyou thankyou.
Paul
You have given so many of us joy and wisdom that will be with us forever, Bob.. I will do my best to carry on your spirit of inquisitive insubordination and perverse amusement, living life to the fullest (as I believe you did). May our paths cross again.
In binary, 01 is 2, 11 is 3.
You picked a good day to die, Bobby.
May all your fnords be realized in the halls of Valhalla.
Please insert Disc 2.
Mr. Wilson: We'll miss you. I'm glad it stopped hurting.
Family: Thanks for sharing him with us. Let us know if you need.
"The fear of death is the beginning of slavery."
No wife, no horse, no moustache.
Thanks, and goodbye.
I miss you already, Mr.Wilson...
I thank you so much for all that you have done for those of us with the eyes to see, the ears to hear, and the nose to smell the b.s. :-)
Hurray for the Optomists!
(Awaiting the second coming of BOB.)
oh for now i must tell you a storie that is old,
for that which grows and grows will never get that old.
for ever you will be loVed my me and thee
now your are set free on a see of smelly pee
untill its time to not be you will live on in me
Have fun over there, and don't trash the buffet.
May you find questions to your answers, and may your family be as well as possible in dealing with their, and our, recent loss.
Thank you for your thoughts, Mr. Wilson. Be well, Sir.
Wow. Your mind expanding legacy will be passed on to all those lucky to come across your work. Awesome run.
...and we promise not to let them immanentize the eschaton.....
There goes somebody.
I know that this is not an official place for such things, but what will become of such wonderful sites as rawilson.com, Official LAMP, and The Guns and Dope Party?
I personally am willing to pay for the domains and hosting of at least one if not all of these sites to keep them online for the rest of my life.
if anyone who reads this has information about how they will be maintained, or if moneys are needed to keep them maintained, please send it to deusilluminatus@gmail.com
Thanks.
He went with style, offcourse....
please check out the link.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LLBufVx0_VE
BYYYYYEEEEEEEEOOOOOIIIIIEEEEOOOOOIIIIIIYYYYAAAAAARRRRGGGGGAAAAIIIIIIEEEEOOOOO. BLARG. BURP.
Agent Wilson is alive and well getting upgrades at station 8.
I met R.A.W. once, at a lecture held in the Scottish Rite Auditorium.
I was a bit nervous and didn't know what to say to him. He looked over at me, surrounded by many people that wanted to talk to him, and he said..
"Enjoying the Game?"
I didn't really understand what he meant, but smiled, nodded, and laughed a bit, falling back into the crowd unsure.
These days, many years later, I'm just starting to learn how to enjoy "the Game." But, I don't think I would have realized there were no rules without to my game of life if I hadn't found R.A.W.
Thank you for, everything Robert Anton Wilson.
We'll miss the auld savage!
Now we have to do the rest ourselves -
"Never Born, Never Died. Only Visited this Planet Earth..."
fare thee well along the corridors of space and time, my friend, my guide and cosmic joker
I give my condolences to all who knew him, my regards to all who read him, my congratulations to RAW: may your death prove as fruitful as your life.
Hail Eris, the great pineal gland of the solar system.
r.i.p. r.a.w.
May Auld Dame Fate gathers home her trickster child; rise in horn and fire, Robert, and laugh at the great punchline you were dying to reach. Fnord.
Mr. Wilson,
You opened my eyes.
Goodbye.
ENERGY CANNOT BE CREATED OR DESTROYED. YOU HAVE CERTAINLY MASTERED THIS LIFE...I THANK YOU FOR CHANGING MY LIFE.
The circus has left town....... May you bathe in the light of truth. Or is that just a sun lamp.
ALL HAIL ST BOB OF FNORD...
I'm now looking for the pastry that is an effigy of St Bob.
You touched us all deeply.
You will be remembered and missed.
thanks
Au revoir.
Btw I live in house no 23 with the code being 3132... And my daughter was born on march 23. I was 23 at the time. Hahaha! Well I guess you have other things to do now but I can't help but missing you, allthough you're still here, in us. We'll carry on! Say hello to Eris. See you later Bob. Sbn
i won't help but shed a tear every time i perform the turkeycurse.
you said it yourself:
in conclusion, there is no conclusion.
things will go on as they always have,
getting weirder all the time.
Bob,
You enchanted us with your humour like no other philosopher in history and, in my opinion, presented the golden key for humanity in these insane times. To be selfless enough not to take yourself seriously by giving up the ridiculous 'I am right' position would practically end all wars.
Love ya Bobby boy,
Al
Thank you for all!
Goodbye, goodluck, hello!
Good to see you on the other side.
You are one of the biggest inspirations to me. No other has had such an impact on my learning, be good.
Im searching for the next genius, visionary, inspirational eye-opener to pick up a pen and laughingly remove the blinds..
RAW conveyed to me that which noone else could. Ideas and attitudes to advance this backwards heap of rock, and all of its inhabitants. In that we are all wardens of the planet, RAW is a warden of humankind who has achieved immortality through written word and influenced minds.
KEEP IT ROLLING!
Σε ευχαριστούμε πολύ.
Καλό Ταξίδι.
Χαιρετίσματα σε όλους...
Good-bye. Tiredness. Please take a rest restfully.
Thank you and goodbye.
Fare well and thank you.
Sad
Have a nice trip! May you get where you hoped for!
Danke und gute Reise!
Thanks for showing me the glyph of eternal life. It has opened infinite doors for me.
0x17
Goodbye - your thoughts remain as we think them.
see you on sirius
With your writings I could handle my depressions about the world.
Thank you so much.
Fraterfrey
Next movement Nataraj Hail to the Cosmic Dancer Hail Eris Go where we Will Empower and Enjoy Next
Wavy Gravy once asked a Zen Roshi, "What happens after death?"
The Roshi replied, "I don't know."
Wavy protested, "But you're a Zen Master!"
"Yes," the Roshi admitted, "but I'm not a dead Zen Master."
Wir werden Dich vermissen!
Danke für alles, triff Dich dann später!
You fucked with my head
And now you are dead
What will I read instead?
Thank you for firing me through a Russian roulette of reality tunnels towards the infinite road of wisdom. I'm doubtful that this would have happened had you not introduced me to my beautiful donkey.
Thanks for everything!
Farewell, all the best in your new adventures!
All Hail Eris!
Good Lord Bob! What a crazy thing to go and do.
Thanks for keeping me sane when I 'remembered' my 'alien abductions', that was much appreciated.
And I'm sorry those fuckers that made millions with the Matrix movie never credited you and Robert Shea for that one!
I wish I'd known you had a blog before you left.
I have a million things I could say to you, but the main one is that I hope you presently find yourself rushing full speed towards the Burning Heart of the Infinite my friend.
Much, much love to you.
...
Thanks, Bob.
Greetings from Bulgaria!
This is coming from a dozen hearts whose beat was kinda cheered by your laughter, inspiration, love.
Head up high, Bob! No one is 'dead' today. You the least.
Love,
Ivan
Wow Bob,
I can't believe you're gone. I had the tremondous priviledge of meeting you a few times in Dallas, and then in Massachusetts, back in the 80's and early 90's.
You were the psychologist's psychologist. You helped me figure out some of the main puzzles of my life.
What a wonderful, gentle charming, intelligent man you were, (and still are, somewhere).
You and Tim Leary are probably having a heck of a laugh a how silly we are down here, with our petty worries and concerns.
Much love, and you will definitely be missed.
Love, love, love, so much love to you and your family.
Hail Eris & happy trails!
In absurdity,
Pope Minerva
sniffling fnord
It's so great to see the comment count have gone past 1,000. I do have a question. At the main site, we see: "RAW Memorial February 07
date to be announced" - So, that Feb. 07 means the date is already announced, I suppose.
you helped shape my world by helping to unshape my world. fnord indeed.
It was with some sadness that I learned of the passing of Robert A. Wilson this morning. Much like the Dadaists, Wilson helped to enlarge the reality tunnel in which I now reside. And he did it mischeiviously and most always very entertainingly. Yet his messages were not only thought provoking, they were deadly serious.
Strangely, a week or so ago, I went in search of my Cosmic Trilogies to patch up the walls of my reality tunnel. Finding vols. II and III, volume I eluded me.
But after this morning's news, I felt compelled to search again and, *cosmically*, there it was, leading me to ponder (as RAW always did), if lasagne might indeed fly!
Farewell, friend. You will be missed.
Hail Éris !
You are missed, but your work continue with us.
I´m very sad to write anything more.
It was with surprise and sadness that I discovered that you died, Bob. Your Schrodinger's Cat trilogy provided a very practical application and understanding of quantum mechanics and reality, which really altered my view of how I see things in life.
I often will amuse myself by thinking how different my life is because of choices I didn't make for this eigenstate.
So, I delight in the fact that, in another eigenstate, you are alive as Roberta Antonia Wilson, mother of five, grandmother of two, a happy homemaker in Iowa, living in relative obscurity.
Thank you for expanding my mind to the possibilities...all of them.
Old Bob is not dead.
Can't you hear him laughing?
... off over the horizen
bon voyage to bob, condolences to us, lasagna for everybody. we have work to do.
Here's an excerpt from one of Bob's webpage posts from about nine years ago (got to 'previous thoughts' to find it):
"Death makes me realize how deeply I have internalized the agnosticism I preach in all my books. I consider dogmatic belief and dogmatic denial very childish forms of conceit in a world of infinitely whirling complexity. None of us can see enough from one corner of space-time to know "all" about the rest of space-time.
Every day is full of wonderments to me: Death will probably come to me as the greatest wonderment of all."
one love.
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