El Dugan

SPOILER ALERT: If you haven’t seen the ending of LOST , don’t read this.

Sometimes I feel kinda shallow.

I don’t need to know why we are here…I don’t want to think about and puzzle the different reasons we may or may not have this or that and do this other thing. I did this already. It was called high school. I thought about free will and destiny and why humans are here and if there is a god and what his/her/its plan is, where we go when we die.These conversations BORE ME TO TEARS. What’s the point? We don’t know. We’ll never know, not for reals. I have opinions. I really doubt your argument, that I am sure I have heard before, would change my mind, so ssshhhh. And if it did change my mind? So?

My issues are much more prosaic. I want to know why I keep having that dream, the annoying one about moving, how I can make a dressing that tastes like the one they have at Domo 77, why people do stupid things,  I want to know about the nature of friendship and relationships, and I want to know if there is really a good garlic press out there, or if I am just spinning my wheels. I’m all set with the big questions, it’s the littler ones that niggle at me.

Anyway, I watched the Lost series finale like a bagillion other people. I watched the first two seasons, lost interest, caught up because it was all available on my Roku, and became very into it again. That whole Roku strategery was a good one, Lost-dudes.

Apparently the whole thing was a Bardo or bardos. It’s very interesting. The concept that I have been reading a little about, and the show. Both. I wasn’t so intrigued with the whole thing coming to some kind of understandable fruition. Granted, it would have been tedious if it had just gone on and on. But I didn’t need the big story solved. Again, I want to know how/why the polar bears were there, who built the giant statue, and how did they get that tattoo on the shark. I loved the patterns in the show: the numbers, the reflections, the books, the daddy issues everyone and their…daddy had. Hey, let’s call a spade a spade: I loved seeing Sawyer reading on a beach with his shirt off. There. So sue me.

The finale didn’t answer all the questions and GOOD. All tied up in a neat little bow is frankly annoying. I like a little weft back and forth in my stories. At the same time, this was kinda neat and tidy. Everyone got to get together at some point in time and space, clean, smiling, not beat up on anymore, out of their wheelchairs and whatnot. I wept when Juliet and Sawyer got together. And again when Vincent came and laid down with Jack so he didn’t have to die alone. WEPT! Overall, I found it very satisfying in the sense that they had the courage to not answer all our questions, and even end by opening up some new questions to the audience, while killing off…everyone, and bringing them back again. I liked it. I am sad it is over, but glad it ended.