Paranoia is knowing all the facts.
I'm twelve years old. I run into a synagogue. I ask the rabbi the meaning of life. He tells me the meaning of life but he tells it to me in Hebrew. I don't understand Hebrew. Then he wants to charge me $600 for Hebrew lessons.
My mind can never know my body, although it has become quite friendly with my legs.
How the hell do I know why there were Nazis? I don't know how the can-opener works.
I foresee death by culture shock.
People make films for different reasons. For money. Or, they make them because something in them demands artistic expression. I do it because I enjoy the work.