namaste

Like everyone else on the planet, I have thoughts about LOST. With every apology in the world to one of my best mates, I'm glad its over. There's a certain beauty to finality. To be able to step back, wipe your brow and whistle, "Sure glad we survived that," that's a beautiful thing.



But was it any good? Glad you asked.



Because, while I would hate to get writerly on anyone, the finale stirred up thoughts on the craft for me more than anything else. Yes, there were plot threads left dangling so negligently that OSHA inspectors everywhere are spontaneously bursting into flame. We don't know what [insert your biggest nagging question on what the island is or how it works here] is and now we never will. Losties will be arguing over the more vague elements of this show's mythology for years to come.

And I'm okay with this. I don't need to know every single why there is out there. Life comes at a pretty fast clip for all of us and most of the time, we don't get an explanation as to how or why. What defines us and our character is how we react to that. And in that light, I thought the finale was pretty damn resonant emotionally.* Had they left characters dangling, I might be singin a different tune.

Of course, if we're being honest, I am an admitted David Lynch fan. And, if nothing else, that's taught me that the questions are and always will be far more important than the answers.