Not too many people could say they helped create America’s space program, worshipped Satan, partied with L. Ron Hubbard, and got investigated by the FBI in one lifetime. Jack Parsons did, and then he died in a mysterious mad science explosion at his house.
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Here is another reason I added you to the f-list.
Parsons’ Freedom is a Two-edged Sword is brilliant when it’s not filled with muddle-headed mysticism and waxing utopic about the role of woman. It is worth a read.
It’s also worth pointing out that Crowley was not terribly impressed with Parsons and Hubbard and actively mocked their attempt at making a Moonchild – an activity Crowley also attempted and ultimately failed at…
I just preordered this.