Viddy well, me droog... Viddy well.

I have a difficult time discerning windmills from giants. When I see windmills, the world is as it should be. Steel and mirrors and other structures that reflect light and either keep things in or keeps things out. When I see giants, the world is surreal, magnificent and beautiful. The call is out for more giants...

There are two wolves
fighting
inside a man’s heart.
One is called

LOVE

The other

HATE

Both have their teeth sunk
in the neck of reason.

I dig the television show LOST. I dig it because it reaches me on so many levels. I identify with characters that are just as broken and “lost” as I am... who struggle with the same issues on such a different level. I refer to John... has renewed faith in something bigger because of his situation. His ability to walk again, and to track and hunt and do the things he loves so much to do and by coming to understand the Island as an entity, it has now allowed him his own pursuits of happiness.
        Desmond is motivated by love, I believe. His love for Penelope and his desire to have the life he dreamed for both him and her. Simple life, simple pleasures and now unable to have either because of his situation of being lost on the Island. Desmond was slapped hard by a reality and that alone broke him at first and the steeled his resolve... once he decided to let go of the very thing that made him so happy, and make his actions speak for themselves by winning the race around the world. His new determination, and his new goal was what he needed to earn the woman he loves. I hope we learn more about Desmond.
        Sawyer makes the bad guy in all of us look so good. While the facade of Sawyer is rarely let down, one can’t help but notice that there is goodness in him and ability to do right... there is such a delivery in Sawyer as to hint to a master chess player who has developed a move for every curve ball that life could throw at him... whether it is to take a punch, however hard it may be, or to allow someone else into his world, which to the Sawyer facade is as difficult as swimming against the tide.
        I would like to say that I identify with Jack but his hero’s journey is much too bold for me. I’m glad he’s there because every story needs a leader or navigator but I am content to allow someone else at the helm for this situation.
        I am attracted to LOST because of the fantasy it offers. I wonder if I were put in the same situation, how long would I go before I actually desired to be rescued or to go home. How long before I wanted or needed to come back to the life I have now. Would I miss my family? Hell yes... especially Lilly. Would I grow accustomed to the new Island life now presented to me? I believe I would, and faster than I am willing to admit.
        I am attracted to LOST because the stress offered in the show is so raw... running from Polar bears, or keeping watch against possible abduction from the “Others” or simply finding something to eat that day... that stress is so much more acceptable than the “hide and go seek” stress offered by “mainland society”... I hate having debt, and payments for what is perceived to needed, and cars and fear of terrorists and fucking speeding tickets (Eat Me, Officer Derringer!!) and all the other bullshit that comes with keeping up, or rat race, or whatever damn thing you want to call it. A Polar bear attack is more acceptable to me than being mugged by a fucking crack head, or just hassled by homeless people who hang out in the Walgreens parking lot... Why? Because I can’t blame a dumb animal for doing the only thing it knows to do... I would have a sporting chance with a bear because I know to keep my distance and let it be and hopefully, it would let me be...
        I am attracted to LOST because I desire that absence right now... And for one hour a week, I get to have it.