LOST: The 23rd Psalm
Ok. This was Ecko's storyline and it was great. I think he's my new favorite person on the island. I liked the way they tied the Nigerian heroin plane in with him. But my question is this? Nigeria is in Africa. How does a little double prop plane make it into the South Pacific from Africa? Can a small plane like that cross the Atlantic? I'm not sure.
I liked the fact that he became a priest. Retribution is quite profound.
OK, now the good stuff.
WTF was with the smoke? Did anyone notice the flashes of Ecko's past in the cloud? Does everyone see their own past? He told Charlie that he wasn't afraid. We also know that Locke wasn't afraid either. Does it only kill those with fear? Can it smell the fear? Not sure.
I feel bad for Michael, but GET OFF IT. Walt isn't dead, so quit goin' crazy!
And did ya check out the preview for next week? The rings of fire/torches? and ... "this is our island!". DAMN. I'm excited now.
T
posted by Tobias-na-Jeep at 10:00 PM
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There is a time for everything,
a season for every activity
under heaven. A time to be
born and a time to die. A
time to plant and a time to
harvest. A time to kill and
a time to heal. A time to
tear down and a time to
rebuild. A time to cry and
a time to laugh. A time to
grieve and a time to dance.
A time to scatter stones
and a time to gather stones.
A time to embrace and a
time to turn away. A time to
search and a time to lose.
A time to keep and a time to
throw away. A time to tear
and a time to mend. A time
to be quiet and a time to
speak up. A time to love
and a time to hate. A time
for war and a time for peace.
May this be
your time to laugh,
embrace & receive
personal peace,
Dr. Howdy
HUH?
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