Non-sequitor, in spirituo sanctus. Humor my paranoia and tell me who you are. Thank you for your info. Noting that the local penguins are fascinated by airplanes, the pilots search out a beach where the birds are gathered and fly slowly along it at the water's edge. Perhaps ten thousand penguins turn their heads in unison watching the planes go by, and when the pilots turn around and fly back, the birds turn their heads in the opposite direction, like spectators at a slow-motion tennis match.
Heads go up, up, up, and ten thousand penguins fall over gently onto their backs.
This is some pretty foolish hippy nihilistic gen-x paranoid technophobic banter.