how many times does an angel fall?

life is absurd. no one loves each other, no one seems to know what that is, conflict between myriad ideological nonsense only remains. yet one craves this, another that, the same fire, different forms. why? is the question. can humans ever realise that they themselves are an incomprehensible tangle like this film? and in that realization, pause to look within and ask: "what is this I"