Blessings on Robert Anton Wilson. He opened the doors for many, turned Atheists into strange believers, and turned true believers into skeptics.

I was introduced to the Illuminatus! trilogy when I was eighteen by an older friend who likely saw that I, though a young Witch, still needed some loosening up. I remember reading it on the bus and laughing out loud. I saw evidence of Eris around the world after that and, like many others, sent in 23 dollars when I heard of his recent dire straights.

His weblog on Saturday said this:
"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."

Strange Magus, thanks for easing me further into the shoals of magic. May the way be open for you.

Ya Fatah! (and Hail Eris, holder of a giant bingo ball at a roadside parlor in Brazil)