Now and Zen: Rubens, or the Michelin people.Tonight I saw the film "The Wild Parrots of Telegraph Hill." This is the first movie I've ever wanted to buy. My friend Dave and my housemate came along for this one. My housemate had to see "a film that starts and ends with parrots." And, at first while watching the film, I started to wonder whether this film could be carried by the parrots.
Then the stories of the parrots themselves became so awe-inspiring. I've already forgotten the name of the man who was feeding and befriending the birds. But he gave many of them names and told stories about their habits and wants and dislikes. He romantically recounted the relationships between the birds and the fact that there existed among them a blue-headed bird who never had a mate. This bird's name was Connor. So cute!
Ultimately the experience of this film is once again like many philosophizing screeenings: we are one. There is no coincidence in this. Yet there is. When we see that we are all one and really believe it, we will treat each other as though we were hugging ourselves.
