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And, belatedly...

RIP, Robert Anton Wilson.
I didn't know you, but I met some of your writing, and I must say, should I feel the need to get high, I'll certainly re-read, and that should suffice. The first copy of that one book that I owned had some pages duplicated, re-arranged, and missing, and it still read very well, and I wasn't half sure if it was supposed to be that way.
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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