In our last class we were talking about whether machines could replace humans in terms of authorship in literature.

I have to say, the thought kinda horrified me. In a number of literature classes I've attended, we try to take into account the ongoings of the writer's life, their pain and their joy and how or if that emerges in their works. I think part of what makes literature meaningful is this translation of human experience, in the hands of someone with talent, into material that can be shared by others.