From the novel:
I had the songs down, and the stage set-up, and i knew how I wanted to utilize the screens. If only I could find the missing piece that fulfilled my set the way this latest plot turn fulfilled Lost. Perhaps fulfillment was the wrong word—it was the stage just before that, when you’re eating and already part way through the meal—past the point of actual hunger, when the experience transforms to one of celebrating taste—the abundance and extravagance of flavors—the sweet or savory sensation, the smells and act of chewing. I wanted to present pleasure unencumbered by ethics or thought—I wanted to make people want to let go and feel good about it. I needed something that could be consumed—a one-off detail specific to that moment on stage—one that could never be duplicated—even the highest def video couldn’t capture the experience.
The experience of the experience.
The library scene from "Wings of Desire"