Philosophy

I wish that the opening pre-amble monologue of "Wings of Desire" were all the film were (with Ms Kinski only drifting through the landscape).
Now imagine a place that that believed all a person is is the sub-vocal chatter that the under evolved are sensitive (give them wings that they never had a use for). These sensitive types who own quite vocal - due to incontinence of will - noise spews around everyone else.
What happens?