About the Author(s)

You wrote this as much as Munk did.  Most of what he says to people has been borrowed, either stylistically or contextually, from someone else.  It’s been going on his whole life.  All his lives, in fact.  He suffers from chronic subjectivity, a condition he tries to alleviate with LSD, exercise, and the arts.  Oh yeah, and writing in the 3rd person.

He also loves to blather on.

In December of 2007, after three half-hearted attempts, Munk’s tempestuous relationship with his college experience came to an abrupt close.

He’s been scrambling around after meaning ever since.

He chased it across an ocean.  He looked for it in sugar cubes.  He turned himself over, and tried finding it wrongside up.  He wept over it sometimes and danced after it others.  He’s tried to indulge it and tried to eschew it.  He’s tried loving it, hating it, ignoring it, neglecting it, rejecting it, refusing it, collecting it, re-using it.

And you know, it sort of wears a guy out after awhile.

‘Cause the world is crammed full of incredible souls all eager to share in the cosmic soupiness that is the God consciousness, and Munk, for one, is tired of comparing himself to any of his other selves.  So instead of meaning anything, he’s gonna try to just *be*.  And maybe share some cool stuff that pops up along the way.