As Bokonon himself reports:A fish pitched upBy the angry seas,I gasped on land,And I became me.

“Music,” he said.“Pardon me?” I aksed.“That's why she married him. She said his mind was tuned to the biggest music there was, the music of the stars.” He shook his head. “Crap.”–Kurt Vonnegut, Cat’

I looked for Mona, found that she was still serene and had withdrawn to the rail of the reviewing stand. Death, if there was going to be death, did not alarm her.–Kurt Vonnegut, Cat's Cradle