I’ve been trying to write some little memorial for him, something to explain what his writing meant to me, the huge, huge effect it’s had on me, and I keep coming up short, deleting paragraphs of content because there’s no way I can make you understand what it felt like when I first encountered his work.
I’ll leave it at this: more than any other writer I’ve ever read, I would not be the man I am today if I hadn’t read his books.
I’ll leave you with this quote, in the hope that you can see some of the value in him that I do:
“Please pardon my levity, I don’t see how to take death seriously. It seems absurd.” – Robert Anton Wilson, 5 days before his death.