Darn—I just got to this and I have already been "hated" because I might know something—Tough crowd. . .
But enjoyed the Vonnegut motif of this thread so far—:)
So I'll offer only this, from KV:
"What is literature but an insider's newsletter about affairs relating to molecules, of no importance to anything in the Universe but a few molecules who have the disease called 'thought.'"
Bluebeard p.188