May 24, 2010 The End
Last night I curled up to my husband on the couch and watched the final moments of Lost. Jason had dozed off, as it was past his bedtime. I cried quietly as Jack reunited with everyone in the afterlife. His eye closed, the story ended and then I went to bed. As I drifted off to sleep, I tried to formulate what I felt.
The survivors of Oceanic 815 were virtual strangers and from all over the world. They were of different races and religions, yet it didn’t matter. In the end, they all helped each other. They were Lost, but found themselves in the bonds that they created on the island. There was a sort of blueprint or path to follow to their redemption, which included all of the people, they met along the way. One could say that they all had karma to work out, so they were incarnated together.
Although curious about some of the unsolved mysteries, I was not disappointed by the ending. In the grand scheme of things, the mysteries aren’t that important. As Lynnette Porter pointed out in her blog this morning, it is all about love. Each reunion in the side-flash purgatory place had me crying. It didn’t matter that each reunion was in the afterlife.
I loved all the references to the other episodes. The writers intricately wove in six years worth of moments in the tapestry of the finale. From the Apollo candy bar stuck in the machine to Jack standing fearfully by a casket, everything has come full circle. All the themes and motifs were carefully placed and repeated. The scenes and symbols were more literary than cinematic, proving that television can be a medium for more than mediocre.
I thought it was brilliant to have Jack and Locke looking down into a hole in the ground. Instead of the hatch, it was the heart of the island. Desmond, again, was down below saving the world. Instead of pushing a button, he got to unplug the giant cork and release the electromagnetic energy the old-fashioned manual way. The light goes out long enough to make the man in black mortal again. This allows Jack to kill him wile he stuck in the form of John Locke. Stabbed in the side, like Jesus, Jack goes back down the rabbit hole to put the cork back in and turn the light on again. He sacrifices his himself for the greater good just a Christ did, leaving Hurley as the disciple. (Peter perhaps?)
When Christian revealed that Jack was dead like him, I was not surprised. I recalled the promo picture of the Last Supper. It reminded me then of CS Lewis’s The Voyage of the Dawn Treader and The Last Battle.
Aslan leads the children to his country, telling the to go further up and further in. They move up a waterfall to some gates where they are greeted by their deceased friend Reepicheep. Then they are reunited with all their other friends who’ve died along the way. It is then that Aslan reveals that all four Pevensie children have died in train crash in the “real world.”
I also thought of Alice Seabold’s Lovely Bones. Susie is murdered and narrates the story from heaven. Only heaven is a sort of purgatory or in-between place for her. At first it is a small place that resembles her high school. Eventually Susie moves on to a larger heaven, but she still watches the people she left behind on earth. Once she lets go of the past and the people in it, Susie moves onto the actual heaven, which is surprising God-Free or religion free.
The reunion of the survivors was a way for them to let go and move on. Rather it is in heaven or another life, they had finally come to terms with what they needed to address and were ready to begin anew. It truly was a beautiful ending, as Mathew Fox stated earlier.
I just remembered the last dream I had with Mathew Fox in it. We were walking out of hospital together and ended up at a mortuary or funeral parlor. He stayed there and I moved on. That was back in January I think. Perhaps I really do have a special connection to Fox and Lost! If only I could share that connection with Fox, Cuse and Lindelof! Sigh. Maybe some day they will become aware of me and my writing.