User pays did work on this occasion. I was the driver to a dental appointment, dropped her off, and made way for a park, the usual parking spaces whenever I dropped her off at the dentist. I instantly found what I was looking for, a parking space. Not too many left over. Then I paid at different intervals, depending on how long this dental appointment would take. I went back and forth between the dentist and the parking space and slotted in the coins when the time on the meter expired. I finally made it to the end of the appointment and no parking ticket and the price was a miserly eight dollars for two hours. User pays did work this time–if all you need is two hours in the big city. What’s eight dollars then? I was glad to be home, considering it would have added up, every quarter of an hour. Yet eight dollars was okay for a long afternoon that I will not revisit for a long one year again. User pays works, but this is a fact of life. Users of services must pay. At least here. Whether we agree with this — that parking fees are not necessary for councils who already take residents’ rates — is besides the point in two hours of tense packed action, trying to avoid the parking ticket. Life is happening as one grabs a coffee on the run. My companion did get the benefits of twenty minutes in the dental chair — another necessity of life — and she, as they say, is “all good.”
This transformation is a sight for starved eyes for the fascinating kind, but which reminds me that humans are never meant to be like their animal, be that insect, neighbours, a sobering reminder of our place in the world. I do not like gross, but there is some point to it all. We are not like animals, we are not like insects, as wonderful as these are. We are human.
The diverse environment he lived in caused him to travel and go wandering. He was a seeker of truth and believed there must be more behind the diversity of his background. The oasis brings the older Gurdijieff on the verge of a breakthrough to find what he is looking for. Yet Brundle becomes the difference between what makes insects insects and humans humans. The two do not mix. Which brings up the nature of the two different species and how they can never quite merge successfully. They were made to be separate. Perhaps this could look like God saying, come back to your senses, as some things you are doing are out of whack. The one who wishes to change the world may become the victim of his own ambition. Ambitious drive, and progress, has become rather tragic in the end. Yet Gurdijieff sought so much more.
Meetings with Remarkable Men is about a person’s search for truth, inner meaning, the hidden realities behind life and things. Meetings with Remarkable Men was based on a book by G.I. Gurdjieff, who was born in Alexandropol in the then Russian Empire, about the middle to late 1800’s. His father was Greek and his mother Armenian. I have not read the book, but what I gather is that Gurdjieff held several ideas and some of these are explored in the film, but what counts most for me are not his variegated ideas, but the one central, configuring desire that impels to explore the nether regions for more. I find many of his ideas off-putting but the driving force and the search is what makes his journey relatable.
The films directed by Peter Brook, a British theatre as well as film director, now in his nineties, are challenging to find for streaming or on demand in my vicinity. His first feature film was in 1953, The Beggar’s Opera, so its age may explain its evasiveness in the market. He followed this by several art house films which seemed quite fascinating as subjects, The Lord of the Flies the best known, which can be easily accessed where I am. The other film I can find of his is Meetings with Remarkable Men (1979). Not that I had been looking for Peter Brook films to watch, but I happened to read about the film first and thought it interesting and even relatable so looked him up and discovered more.