A query for a certain Mr Chung

Thanks, Tim, for asking.
I won't argue with Josh's interpretation, generally speaking, but the question of "why feet?", (or for that matter, "why an ear" (Trevor in the elevator), "why teeth" (Trevor in the train) "why a wound in Sybil's back" etc.) does make me wonder whether simply showing celestial Aeon enjoying the attentions of a devoted cunniliguist for eternity might have quashed such questions and pre-empted the demand for a forum such as this.
In any case, Aeon's foot needed the relief after the trauma of a rusty nail embedding itself in her heel. And by sheer coincidence, we glimpse evidence that she may have freelanced as a cover model for the foot fetish magazine "Tickle" (spelled out phonetically in Hangul-- but really don't read any meaning behind that other than me being Korean and wanting to avoid written English text within the Breen visual landscape.)

Hey, it's that guy again. Thank you for answering my question Peter! Much appreciated. (Starts acting like a schoolgirl at a convention.) I don't suppose I have to go into the whole area regarding interpretation and personal perception, and that constantly asking 'why why why' defeats the purpose of experiencing it in the first place. But this wasn't too colossal a question, so what the hell. I'm impulsive.
On a side note I'd just like to enthuse and effuse about what a huge fan of yours I am; (well, not that huge. I'm only about 6'2", 260) your work is deeply inspiring to me on many levels, from the aesthetics to the richly glowing, coruscating core. Rare indeed is it to stumble across a work that brings together into one place just about everything I love about art, but Aeon Flux was, and remains, such a work. So I thank you (and your accomplices in this strike against pabulum) for that. Maybe I'm a little late in the game to be saying this now, but there's so very much that goes unspoken. If you've felt the Grim Reaper's scythe whistle close to you on several occasions, you realise that it's best to say what you feel and say it now, before it's too late. Even if life as we know it, is nothing but a lucid dream.
Bregna and Monica, Aeon and Trevor, and all that lies between them. It's far too juicy a melon to take only ten bites and six nibbles. Here's hoping we soon see more of them. On a further side note... down with censorship! Friggin' censors grrrr...

Bye, before I become incoherent. Oh baby.

I remember reading a treatment of said episode, from a surely now defunct Web site, that ended with Aeon resurrecting as a Goddess. ...Perhaps the last scene is Peter Chung's cynical depiction of a Heaven where everyone sits around, erm, pleasuring themselves?

It would fit with some of the movies he's enjoyed in the past (just saw Holy Mountain for the first time. OH DEAR)