The Half Full Moon

I have a dream...seriously I do. There are thousands of species, animals and fish and plants that no one knows or cares about. If we held the blue petals in our hand, or felt the soft stickly clutch of the second last butterfly, standing on our fingertip, feeling the wind dry its sails, would we care? Maybe most people don't care about beetles and plants. I think they do, they just don't know that they do.

So they have to be taught. They have to be told.

You do it in two steps. You first introduce an endangered people. A people who live so close to the land, they seem almost magical in their ability to sense things, see things, heal themselves, use herbs...use art and wizardry to find the magic that lies behind Life. It's a Magic we contrive with our movies and music, but it is not deep, it is not real, it only has the appearance of magic. Magic is real.
The second step is you allow the lost man, the original person, to show us those creatures, in slow and beautiful detail, their design, and their destiny...and where we've placed our path through the forests and meadows and gardens.

Yes, there are also endangered people who face extinction. Who ever thought of that? The African example is of course, the Bushman.

I am developing a script and story about a man whose machine (is he a god?) falls out of the sky (with him in it). See, http://halffullmoon.blogspot.com/.
He finds himself in a desert (a desert strewn with diamonds), and through the bellydancing heat, and the slippy blood dripping down his forehead, he sees a man, burnt into a black stick, by the sun. We men of the west, with our phones and push-button things, know nothing of meaning. What it is to survive in the wilderness (that's meaningful knowledge). And so this ostenisbly rich pilot, is rescued by the ostensibly poor son of the earth, the original person whose land knows the sound of his feet, and his feet feel the tug of the tides upon the grains of our Earth.

And during this 'rescue', we showcase - perhaps as closing credits - perhaps just a thousand of the Earth's recently vanished creatures, or a 1000 delicate creatures that are a single breath from our mouthes, from being gone forever.

If a movie or story like that can find its way into the popular imagination, maybe, even for one fine hour on one day of next year or a year not long from now, we can do something that means something. Maybe as a planet, as a people, we can breathe life back into ourselves and the road we have cleared behind us.