Season six was season to top all previous seasons. Rumors of the main plot had been growing as far back as season five. Not typically having a plot that reaches across seasons this was somewhat unusual, and had everyone a bit excited. And the plot thickened, until the list of questions that had been asked was long enough that we were constantly forgetting something, and remembering new things, and waiting with bated breath for the finale. And the finale came, with all the brilliance we’d expected of the producer, all questions answered, all loop holes tied up. For not planning in advance it was amazing.
But, days and weeks passed. We talk and talk about the finale, making connections, figuring out complex time loops. And this unsettling feeling grows that there were things that weren’t properly addressed. Story arcs that started, and never ended. A host of things that weren’t explained to our satisfaction. But it’s a TV show. They make it up as they go along. Sometimes things just don’t line up, we live with it, and hope they do better next time.
We are born with an innate desire for completion. Whenever we read a book or watch a movie we like everything to be explained at the end. If something is really complex or involved we sometimes wonder how it’s even possible for everything to tie together. If it does we admire the writer, if it doesn’t we grumble about them. This is most easily seen in mystery stories. So often we get hung up on a particular clue, certain it’s the answer, only to find it’s only purpose was to mislead us, and what kind of purpose is that?
Let me present to you the most confusing story in the history of long running plots. It’s most often referred to as the Holy Bible. Reading through the books of Daniel, of Isaiah, of Revelation it reads almost like gibberish. How can any of it make sense? Many, many interpretations have been made of what it all means, but do any of those take into account every last verse or prophecy? The ones that have been fulfilled are marked by startling accuracy, such as the fall of Jerusalem and the fall of Rome. But who can make sense of the ones yet to come?
We can guess, obsess and speculate. But ultimately we must wait for the finale. No, The Finale. The finale Finale. The end of all things, the beginning of all things. The Finale to end all finales. And do you know what? It’s going to be a perfect ending. Every last word of prophecy is going to fit in somewhere. There aren’t going to be any loose ends or superfluous remarks. Every last, tiny detail is going to fit into that ending in complexion that we can only stare and wonder at. It’s going to be brilliant. It’s going to be the most awe-inspiring complete ending that the world will ever see.
Remember that. Every time you see an ending you think was well done or poorly done, it’s only our feeble attempt to achieve that Ultimate Finale; the Perfect Ending.