I could end this with a moral,
as if this were a fable about animals,
though no fables are really about animals.

I follow suit, said the lion,
vacating his coat of arms
and movie logos; and the eagle said,
Get me off this flag.

Last night I watched the weather channel, as is my habit. Elsewhere in the world there are floods: roiling brown water, bloated cows floating by, survivors huddled on rooftops. Thousands have drowned. Global warming is held accountable: People must stop burning things up, it is said. Gasoline, oil, whole forests. But they won't stop. Greed and hunger lash them on, as usual.

Myths, fables and fairy tales are parables of what could never ever happen except in real life.

It's a parable, it's a fable. It's almost like an intellectual Twilight Zone , ... In a way it's like a Hitchcock picture and Tim Roth is the Jimmy Stewart, the guy who gets caught up in something fascinating and big.

Religions in general have to rediscover their roots. In Hinduism and the Koran, animals are described as equals. If you walk into a cathedral and look at the decorations of early Christianity, there are vines, animals, creatures and birds thriving all over the stonework.