"I want to talk to you. I want some answers."
Oh, we do. We do indeed. Did we get them in last night's episode of Lost?
Before we delve into this week's episode, which took a decidedly dark turn, let's linger, if you'll humor me, back at the "Lighthouse," a comparatively happy place where the only smashing that's done is to antique mirrors and rare nautical equipment and not to anyone's head.
We'll get to the bloodshed in a moment, but I'd like to share my favorite overheard Lost theory about the Lighthouse. We saw Jack throw a fit over Jacob's voyeurism and destroy the dials that apparently were windows on the Oceanic survivors' lives. I wish I could claim the following speculation for my own, it's brilliant and if it's not true, I think it should be: the Lighthouse does not belong to Jacob as Hurley and Jack assumed.
You'd think that after five years of this television show, they would have learned not to make assumptions about the island. You'd think we would have learned that as well. Anyway, the theory, you say to me, impatiently — the Lighthouse is not Jacob's. Jacob is not spying on the "candidates." He doesn't have to. He can apparently and quite magically leave the island whenever he wants to and go where and to what time period he wants to. No. The Lighthouse belongs to SchLocke - the Man in Black - trapped on the island.
Jacob gives the errand to Hurley without telling him exactly what he wants him to do (that's so like him!); after all, what would he say? "I want you to go to my Lighthouse and smash up everything inside?" No, Jacob trusts in Jack's heavy-handed ways and knows that Jack's temper will do the job "for free."
Jacob doesn't show up at the Lighthouse until after Jack has accomplished the mission — destroying Smokey's instruments. Like Man in Black not being able to enter the Temple — "if I could do it myself, I wouldn't be asking you, Claire" — Jacob cannot enter the Lighthouse and directs Hurley and Jack to do his dirty work for him. Like I said, I wish I had thought of this. Can't take credit. Just wanted to pass on the possibility.
And speaking of dirty work, let me quote you a terrific old '70s song that might just be rattling around in Jack's head and someday Sayid's as well: