In the end, perhaps we should simply imagine a joke; a long joke that's continually retold in an accent too thick and strange to ever be completely understood. Life is that joke my friends. The soul is the punch line.

In 1965 he wrote a column on the arts for Seattle Magazine. He has given readings from his work on four continents performing at festivals in Australia and Mexico and nightclubs in England and Germany. Then he rewrites it again and again examining each word making sure of its perfection finely honing each phrase until it reverberates with the subtle texture of the infinite.

Robbins claims he was born in 1932. Thomas Eugene "Tom" Robbins (born July 22 1936* *Note: "The discrepancy between Mr.