A Dream

This is one of those dotcom wunderkid's personal library, complete with original Sputnik and top secret NASA rocket model, along with thousands of books, some with ruby encrusted bindings. Consider the effect incredibly rich yet socially retarded people will have on the world. So far, so good with old Billy Gates, it seems. Perhaps these dotcom billionaires could team up and form a league of some kind, solving crimes both high and small, and the like.

Anyways, a dream of mine would be a personal library - not so grand of course, unless we are really dreaming - like being a dotcom wunderkid. A room to close the doors, with tall ceilings and shelves to the top, and one of those delightful ladders on wheels. Some chairs, tables, lamps and smoking jackets, and I think you get the drift.

Further, anyways, apropos a theme, another dream:

I have not forgotten about you Lost! I was just offline. Don't think anything of it. However, I will report that many people I spoke with from lands far from the Internet were disappointed with the final in ways I found unfulfilling, revolving around lack of answers, but to that complaint I say, "Answers? You want answers to life's greatest mysteries from a story? Why not seek them out in your own life - such as: What is your purpose in this stupid show? Why did you have such a boring middle stretch of seasons?"

But that never works. So I just say, Internets, I missed you! Lost rules, and I love the finale more than I did a week past. It completes most of the large themes of the show in gratifying ways, connecting many elements of the story together in a cohesive tapestry, rich with characters and nuance. Or, it's deep, man.

Whatever your feelings, I am grateful for an enjoyable and engaging tale, and I hoped to have learned much from the watching but more important, contemplating. To get your audience to think about your words while they are not hearing/reading them is a wonderful place to be. It means they have personalized your story, and that is the ultimate connection in the craft. It's how stories live on. This is myth.

Namaste.