As many regulars on the blog will know, the story of The Insatiable Moon began with my friendship with a man by the name of Arthur. He was a regular, and we had many discussions about life and faith – and his sense of destiny that he was the second son of God. Arthur looked like a prophet, with long hair and beard adorning his handsome Maori face. But to the world at large he was classified as a psychiatric patient, and lived in a large boarding house with a rich collection of society’s outcasts.
There was always something special about Arthur, and it wasn’t only me that noticed it. He had a generosity of heart and spirit, and a grin which made you feel better about life just for experiencing it. A fluent Maori speaker, Arthur had never learned to read or write. But his gentle compassion communicated in a way that written words could never match. It was back in the 1980s when he invited me and anyone else who would listen to tell the world who he was. Only after he died did I begin to take that request seriously.
In some mysterious way the generosity and love of Arthur has always remained at the heart of the project, and has touched the lives of those associated with it. Even cynical veterans of the movie world had to admit there was something special happening during the shoot – a magic which seems to have (against the odds) found its way to the screen. A generous life maintains its generosity beyond death, opening up possibilities for all of us who continue to find our way in this world. Arthur continues to invite us to make with him the affirmation (in the words of samRB’s closing anthem) ‘Life has just begun.’