'This time around, it appears that Mr. Wilson has actually left corporeality, appropriately on 1/11 (at 4:50 am – you hardcore number freaks can get to work on the meaning of that one… I do see a five in there!).
'For this cosmic cub scout, Bob Wilson was the motherload. Books like The Illuminatus! Trilogy, Cosmic Trigger, and Coincidance killed most of what little dogmatism I had left in me, and opened me up to a world of possibilities as large as space travel and as small as quantum physics. He also had a razor sharp wit that he skillfully aimed at those who abuse power and wealth. And he was a delightful story teller, whose love of language was evidenced not only by his own novels, but by his ability to quote virtually everything James Joyce and Ezra Pound ever wrote . . . backwards, while explaining what evolutionary level of primate behavior the author was elucidating.
'I had the great pleasure to know Robert Anton Wilson and our intersections were sometimes strange – his Mondo 2000 check hadn't arrived; or I weirded him out by kneeling down before him like he was the pope and kissing his ring (I thought it was funny.) I also have great memories of sitting with him while he expounded expansively on everything from the rights of the Irish to the genius of Orson Welles. Over the past several years, as his polio returned, and as death started to hover nearby, Wilson sent out funny email messages of the "not dead yet" variety to those of us on his mailing list. There was never a trace of self-pity in any of his messages.' (10 Zen Monkeys article).