For a brief while, some might say, he was something like Silicon Valley’s own version of Hunter S. Thompson, without the drugs and drinking. His vice was offending and irritating science with his incessant, irrational, unshakeable faith in a risen Nazarene, with whom he claimed a direct Road-to-Damascus encounter and eternal relationship. “Yeshua was and is the first proven post-human,” he’d say, the first to prove the simulation escapable by jail-breaking it at the cross, 2,000 years before the simulation argument was plagiarized by so-called philosophical thought leaders, who seemingly imagined the idea somehow original by rearranging a few words in a clever manner.
Mercurial. Opinionated. He could be Hot-Headed, Arrogant, and Self-Deprecating all at the same time. Of the three poisons, human greed and ignorance ignited what some considered an unjustifiable, over-reaching, self-righteous anger. He called it striving toward an intellectually honest perspective; an authentically and inevitably imperfectly enlightened self-interest; at least attempting to perceive an eternal frame-of-reference in the context of an indefensibly disingenuous, deceitful, mercifully ephemeral world.
Gonzo. Gone. By some measures, both infuriatingly Narcissistic and eminently Empathic at the same time. A Paradox. An Enigma. A self-described walking contradiction. A Truth Teller with No Filters. The Most Dangerous Kind. Probably why no one ever really heard of him and he preferred it that way. He just wanted to SEE real material conditions on Earth as it is in Heaven and invested what he called a whisp of a lifetime interrogating the question, with a self-imposed demand to articulate and architect actionable responses and solutions, “What does that even mean? On Earth as it is in Heaven; in concrete, practical, everyday human lived experience?”
