LOST Speculation
May. 25th, 2006 06:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
So that statue remnant of the four-toed foot... that was a huge statue at some point. Well my guess is that the statue was actually the "monster" that "grabbed" the plane. When Desmond caused the magnetic accident, it charged the hell out of the statue and drew the plane towards it, making it look like it was grabbing it.
So the only question is: what was it a statue of? It must have been something that the Dharma Initiative built, and it clearly had an outstretched hand statue-of-liberty-style.
Also - with regard to Desmond trying to sail due West; maybe he was trying to use a compass instead of navigating by the stars/sun, and that was drawn off by the magnetic anomaly (hence why he sailed in a circle back towards the island). The magnetism also makes sense for pulling in all the other craft like the old ship and plane and balloon... maybe that's why the island is so "lost" and can't really be reached by ordinary means.
So why does sailing out at a bearing of 325 work (versus a bearing of 270 anyway)? Does that make it a tangent to the magnetic anomaly or something?
Additionally - the magnetic resonance thing may be why the cancer lady is feeling better... if that's true, and it's been destroyed, will she get sick again?
Lastly: I think there's some kind of psychic powers thing going on, and the "hostiles" on the island are doing some kind of psychic research. I'd bet that's even what the whole point of the Dharma thing is. I'm betting the black smoke is some kind of psychic projection/mirror, or some manifestation of the Dharma experiments, which is why there are "visions" in the freeze frames of when people encounter the smoke.
Four toed statue
on 2006-05-26 06:41 am (UTC)I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said:—Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,
The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains: round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
--Percy Bysshe Shelley
"On A Stupendous Leg of Granite, Discovered Standing by Itself in the Deserts of Egypt, with the Inscription Inserted Below"
In Egypt's sandy silence, all alone,
Stands a gigantic Leg, which far off throws
The only shadow that the Desert knows: –
"I am great OZYMANDIAS," saith the stone,
"The King of Kings; this mighty City shows
"The wonders of my hand." – The City's gone, –
Nought but the Leg remaining to disclose
The site of this forgotten Babylon.
We wonder, – and some Hunter may express
Wonder like ours, when thro' the wilderness
Where London stood, holding the Wolf in chace,
He meets some fragments huge, and stops to guess
What powerful but unrecorded race
Once dwelt in that annihilated place.
--Horace Smith.
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on 2006-05-26 01:36 pm (UTC)