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Lost, Found: The MacGuffin Theory

August 20, 2008
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The moment with Charlie at the end of the pilot episode — where he asks his fellow hikers, in response to the French distress signal, “Guys, where are we?” — seems to be the question that launched a thousand theories. Indeed, one of the key phenomena surrounding Lost fandom is theorizing about what the heck is going on. The world seems rife with theories about the nature of the island. Purgatory. Hell. Heaven. Time travel. Aliens. Psychics. Nanotechnology. Countless variations on each of these, and plenty of others.

Step back for a moment. What is going on? Fans all debating, arguing with each other, speculating about something they aren’t really sure of, but claiming their rightness nonetheless.

Kind of like Shannon and Boone. Kind of like Sawyer and Sayid. Jin and Sun, Michael and Walt. Kind of like how there will soon enough be many additional couplings in the service of conflict and argument: Jin and Michael, Sawyer and Jack, Jack and Locke, Jack and Ben, Ben and Juliet, Ben and Locke, on and on and on and on. Fighting. Win/lose. Dichotomous thinking. A failure to put fears and the past behind in the service of working together to achieve harmony on the island.

Kind of like the the U.S. vs. Iraq. Or Iran. Or, in the past, Russia or Germany or Japan or Britain. Or the Union vs. the Confederacy. Or Russia vs. Georgia. Or South Korea vs North Korea. Or India vs. Pakistan. Or Christian vs. Muslim. Or Muslim vs. Jew. Or Capitalism vs. Communism. Or Conservative vs. Liberal. Or East vs. West. Or business vs. environment. Or work vs play. Or “man” vs. “nature.” And on and on and on and on. Fighting. Win/lose. Dichotomous thinking. A failure to put fears and the past behind in the service of working together to achieve harmony on whatever bit of ground, no matter how big or small, we find ourselves on with some other people.

Part of me is a sci-fi geek like so many Lost fans out there. The show gives us plenty of food for thought. The theorizing is interesting and lots of fun.

Part of me is a trivia geek in general. I love trivia. It’s fun to learn, fun to know, fun to explore and discover all the nifty little details of things. True of lots of things, and especially fun to do so in a world as intricate as that of Lost.

But there’s a reason it’s called trivia. It’s trivial.

There’s a reason it’s called theory. It’s not practice.

I’m just not so sure this kind of theorizing about the show matters much. Only one or a few theories will be consistent with whatever truth the writers cook up. But does it really matter which way it goes? If it’s aliens or nanotechnology or time loops or what have you, it will merely explain the physical reality of what goes on. Whatever the physical reality, it seems like there will be little bearing those answers could have on the symbolic reality, the emotional reality, the psychological reality of the show. It is on these levels that we stand to best understand what the show is trying to tell us, what bearing the show might have on our own lives. If this weren’t the case, then the show just becomes a complicated but shallow puzzle, devoid of any meaning for us — because we’re not going to be able to implement aliens or nanotechnology or time loops in our lives to make the same things happen for us. In that sense, knowing which it is simply can’t matter to us. But there very definitely are ways we can go on the same kinds of journeys as the show’s characters, journeys of resolution and growth, toward harmony and peace of mind. And that’s got nothing to do with those physical explanations. Nothing at all.

Making theories is about making meaning. We all do that all the time, and that’s certainly what I’m trying to do here in these writings on Lost. The question is what to make meaning about, and toward what end. So I hereby put forth the MacGuffin Theory of Lost. In case you don’t know, here’s how Wikipedia defines MacGuffin:

A MacGuffin (sometimes McGuffin) is a plot device that motivates the characters or advances the story, but the details of which are of little or no importance otherwise.

The element that distinguishes a MacGuffin from other types of plot devices is that it is not important what the object specifically is. Anything that serves as a motivation will do. The MacGuffin might even be ambiguous. Its importance is accepted by the story’s characters, but it does not actually have any effect on the story. It can be generic or left open to interpretation.

The MacGuffin is common in films, especially thrillers. Commonly, though not always, the MacGuffin is the central focus of the film in the first act, and later declines in importance as the struggles and motivations of characters play out. Sometimes the MacGuffin is all but forgotten by the end of the film.

The island and its mysteries are too central to the story for us to be likely to forget them entirely by the end. However, I’m not sure we’ll ever fully find out what the physical truth is about all of it. Indeed, as the show goes on, it becomes clear that other characters seem to have a lot more knowledge about the island than the Oceanic 815 survivors, but that even they may have apparent holes in their knowledge. Time will tell. But even if we do end up finding out the whole truth, I just don’t think it matters much. I believe the island and all its mysteries are a genuine MacGuffin. They are there as compelling plot devices to motivate the characters and advance the story — the characters’ story, the characters’ journeys. The details of the island may be interesting to learn at some point, but they won’t really have any implication for the show’s fundamental story, its fundamental meaning.

In the end, I think the point is to revel in the mystery, to participate in it, and thereby to learn to do the same for the mystery of our own lives. Because the moment you become too confident about your answer to a question, you become less open to other possible answers. That is the antithesis of learning. And if the complexity scientists are to be believed, and I think they are, learning is evolving, is consciousness itself. Life itself is learning. The secret to learning, to life, is to never institutionalize knowledge, to always live in the question, the quest, the seeking, the moving forward. To always be open to the novel. To always be willing to adjust oneself to restore one’s participation in the larger harmony of things. That’s living.

How can any of these things be done if we’re too content with our answers?

And how can we appreciate how much Lost can encourage us toward this kind of harmony for ourselves and others if we get too caught up searching for one right answer about the physical mysteries of the island?

I still like the theories and the trivia. I’ll still play around with them. Probably far more than would be best for me! It’s fun and enjoyable and engaging, and I wouldn’t dream of telling people not to do it. But I personally hope we don’t ever find out the full truth of the physical reality of the island. Because in the end, I really do think it’s just a MacGuffin. If we do learn the full truth at some point, though, guess what? No difference. It’ll still be a MacGuffin. So though I’ll continue to play with theories, I’m going to keep my focus on the fact that that’s not remotely all that Lost has to offer, because it has so much more for us. Lost is too profound a show to content itself to fulfilling its purpose by simply answering those mysteries. To settle for that in Lost is to deny the greatness of Lost, just as to settle for what’s comfortable in ours lives and deny our fears instead of overcoming them is to deny our own greatness.

Indeed, I’d daresay that, if there is a conspiracy theory to be found in Lost, it’s really on the part of the show’s creators. They are conspiring to suck people in with entertainment that is astonishingly compelling, but not merely to compel and to entertain. They want to suck people in just as the island sucks people in. Whether it’s the survivors and the island or the audience and the show, the point is to bring people somewhere they didn’t expect, somewhere they didn’t necessarily plan or even want to go but found themselves drawn to, needing to be there, to get more than what they bargained for, and to become the better for it for the rest of their lives. And because all of these themes and journeys work not only on the conscious level but also subconsciously, subliminally, archetypally, this conspiracy theory can be true even if the writers don’t realize that this is what they’re doing, even if this wasn’t their conscious intention. Their own subconscious minds would be active participants in the conspiracy, working on their own journeys by creating a show that impels others to do the same.

Lost is a great show by almost any measure. Its dramatic quality is astonishing. Its ratings are high. The phenomenon that surrounds the show is already legendary. But for all involved, from its creators to its audience, and whether anyone realizes it or not, the most significant greatness of Lost can only be achieved beyond the show itself. That, I think, is the real mystery of Lost, and it’s a mystery that can’t possibly have any one answer. It’s a mystery that is answered somewhere along the way, by every individual who is inspired by the show to engage in the questions of their own lives and seek harmony. Helping illuminate just how Lost can help us do this is what Lost, Found is all about.

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Lost, Found: An Ongoing Look at the Meaning of a Landmark Television Series

August 16, 2008
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I’d resisted watching Lost for a very long time. Television had become less important in my life, and other things demanded my time. Taking on another hour-long series just didn’t seem wise. I’d hear about it. And what I’d hear was intriguing. But I’d never seen J.J. Abrams’ other lauded television work — like Felicity, and another show that I’d bypassed despite its appealing to me: Alias. And he wasn’t much on my radar for his film work.

But then, post-Lost, I started warming up to him. Mission: Impossible III was creative, exciting, and understandable — moreso on all three counts than either of its predecessors. Then, a few months ago, I saw the movie Cloverfield, produced by Abrams and written by a key Lost writer, Drew Goddard. I’d heard this was a love-it or hate-it affair, and I found myself immediately loving its innovative way of telling a story.

Then, recently, Entertainment Weekly named Lost one of the top ten classic television shows of the last 25 years. The Summer had just begun, the few shows I did watch regularly were on hiatus, and Season 5 of Lost wasn’t due to start until January. With DVDs of Seasons 1-3 available from the library and all four seasons streaming online for free, I found myself compelled to take it on and catch up in time for the new season. My wife and I decided to take it on.

This morning, we caught up, less than two months after starting.

The show is astonishing. There has never been a series like it on television. The drama, the conflicts, the three-dimensionality of the characters, the labyrinthine mythology, and the incredible ways they tell a story. The flashbacks and later the flashforwards, nearly always revealing something thematically relevant to the ongoing main storyline, made this show truly come alive, adding tremendous depth and richness.

As I watched the stories progress, I found myself noticing things that interested me greatly. Things that resonated thematically with me. This was only natural, because I tend to look for meaning in stories, and particular meaning at that. I’d tread this territory before, writing essay and papers on what I felt to be new looks at the meaning of different films and television shows, like Star Wars, The Incredibles, Monsters, Inc., The West Wing, A.I.: Artificial Intelligence, Seinfeld, Titanic. In a number of these, I felt like I really had something. But with several others, I felt like I was putting something there that really wasn’t.

But Lost was proving unique, showing me some things I really can’t remember seeing in a movie or television series, much less one so popular. And also uniquely, for the first time I’m really seeing these things in an ongoing way, and with a piece of work that is still in progress. The jury is out, but plenty of people find the show worth talking about now, on the way, rather than waiting until it’s over to reflect in hindsight. And there is so much to say, or at least so much to pose.

Seems like it’s worth trying.

And, addicted as I now seem to be to the show, with a good five months left until the next season starts, my wife and I find ourselves interested enough to watch the whole thing yet again, to mine its depths in preparation for moving forward.

Well, my gosh, what better opportunity to really look carefully again to see what’s there, or what I think is there? So here begins an ongoing look at the show. Over the next few months, I’ll go progressively from beginning up until the end of Season 4, and once Season 5 starts, I’ll follow the rest of the show along as it goes. And we’ll see what’s we can be found in Lost.

I may often refrain from much of the usual stuff people discuss about Lost. So much has been covered already, I don’t see much point in trying to reinvent the wheel, especially since I’d probably be worse at it than others have been. I’m going to focus on the meaning of the show from the standpoint of, well, the things I hold dear — the Potluck perspective. Of course, this perspective I’m taking dovetails with many others, so I’m bound to tread a good amount of territory covered by others. If it serves my purposes, I’ll go into commonly seen themes and mysteries and theories and details and reviews of acting and story and such and whatever else others go into elsewhere. But hopefully any retreading I do will only be in the details — hopefully the big picture I’m trying to paint will be unique. Whatever I come up with and whether it proves right or wrong in the end, hopefully this look into the show will provide a worthwhile contribution to “Lost scholarship.” And hopefully it will provide something valuable to those interested in making positive change in the world — hopefully it will shed light on how Lost can help us find ourselves. And hopefully, at least, it will be an interesting read for some, and an interesting and fun write for me.

Look for upcoming pieces, episode by episode, with somewhat freeform observations, the mosaic filling in ever more as I go. Seasons 1-4 will be covered with the benefit of hindsight. Beyond that, I’ll feel my way through whatever level of darkness or illumination we all share. Follow along at Lost, Found, a tag archive but essentially a blog within this site just for this project. Enjoy.

Off I go to watch the first episode again.

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The Tales of Adam

November 15, 2006
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Tales of Adam
Daniel Quinn

Millennium: Tribal Wisdom and the Modern World

November 15, 2006
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Millennium: Tribal Wisdom and the Modern World
David Marbury-Lewis

The Book of the Damned

November 15, 2006
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The Book of the Damned
Daniel Quinn

Steps to an Ecology of Mind: Collected Essays in Anthropology, Psychiatry, Evolution, and Epistemology

November 15, 2006
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Steps to an Ecology of Mind: Collected Essays in Anthropology, Psychiatry, Evolution, and Epistemology
Gregory Bateson

The New Renaissance

November 15, 2006
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The New Renaissance
Daniel Quinn

Forcing the Balance, Or How I Learned to Stop Worshiping Star Wars and Understand Myself

November 24, 2005
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This piece began in the Spring of 2002 as an essay that I thought would provide a compelling new understanding of the Star Wars films. After writing more than a dozen versions, I had yet to produce something that met with the approval of an editor I was working with. Frustrated, I put the piece away, figuring I’d come back to it a few years later, hoping the series’ final installment would give me what I needed to set things right. In the years between, seemingly unrelated events led me to an unexpected and crucial new understanding of myself, my entire life and all that I’d come to feel was most important for people. These things naturally seemed far more significant than any film analysis. And yet, to my surprise, I came to realize that these new insights were actually bound up with my interest in Star Wars, the ideas in the essay and the very fact that I failed to write it. Now, the piece itself has evolved into the larger story of how all these events came to pass.

Contents

Episode I: A Long Time Ago, In a Movie Theater Not So Far Away…

My earliest memory of Star Wars is pretty strange. Having heard the title, I somehow came to believe that the film was about battles between Hollywood celebrities — movie and TV stars, not massive gaseous body stars. To this day, burned on my brain is the image of a page from TV Guide with a big picture of Hollywood Squares center square mainstay Paul Lynde, grimace on his face as he points a gun, attempting to protect some sexy young starlet. I have no idea where this image came from. Did TV Guide actually run something like this, making some kind of pop-cultural reference to Star Wars? Was my seven-year-old mind so bizarre as to make up an image like this from scratch? I have no idea. Only as I wrote this piece did I think to look into the matter on the internet, where I found that Lynde had taken part in a Star Wars spoof on Donny & Marie Osmond’s variety show several months after the film was first released. In any case, I have no idea which was the bigger misunderstanding on my part, that Star Wars wasn’t at all what I somehow first thought it was, or that Paul Lynde was about the last person in Hollywood who could believably take on the macho role I’d assigned him.

It would be years before I’d learn enough to be set straight (pun intended) on Lynde. But it wouldn’t take long for me to learn what Star Wars really was. Sometime during the summer of 1977, with my dad and the father and son who lived next door, I went to the Roosevelt, a movie theater in Hyde Park, NY, lifelong home of the president (Franklin Delano) who gave his name to the theater. This was about a 25 minute drive from our house, a long way for us to go for a movie. But this was a time when there were only so many theaters around, and most or all still had just one screen. So when you wanted to see something specific, you went to where it was. Star Wars was playing at the Roosevelt, so that’s where we went. I don’t even remember the experience of seeing it that first time. I only remember the repercussions.

I would cut out the Roosevelt’s ad from every Sunday’s newspaper for months, reveling in how they’d change the banner each time, “Held Over — 20th Week,” “Held Over — 37th Week,” as if the film’s ever longer stay in the theater somehow validated me as a person a little more each week.

But the ads, of course, weren’t remotely enough. I became a magnet for all things Star Wars. I collected Star Wars trading cards. I got a color-it-yourself Star Wars poster — and colored it myself. I got a cardstock model of Darth Vader’s head, which I turned into a mask for a Halloween costume. I bought the 45 r.p.m. single of the disco version of the movie’s theme music — the first music recording I was ever inspired to buy. I bought the novelization. I bought comic books — both the regular size books with new stories, and the large-size books that retold the story of the film. I even found a blank notepad and created my own comic book, creating drawings and captions to tell the entire story. And, oh, the toys. How many action figures and play sets I got, and how much time my friends and I spent playing with them, reenacting scenes and inventing new ones, staging grand fights between good and evil. I still have most of these things — no original packaging, a few lost laser guns and ruffled pages, but all still in fairly good shape, and probably worth a nice chunk of change.

When Star Wars was re-released in 1979, I saw it again. When The Empire Strikes Back came out in 1980, I was there. When Star Wars was re-released yet again in 1981, I went. When I got home from that viewing, I somehow doubted that I’d ever get a chance to see it again on the big screen, and I wished I had a souvenir of my theatrical experiences with Star Wars. There and then, I vowed something along the lines of, “I’ll never be hungry again.” When I next went out to the movies the following week, I saved the ticket stub. Thus began a ritual that, unbelievably, I practice to this day, nearly a quarter-century later. I save the stubs from everything I see — and by now that collection includes two stubs for Star Wars itself, which, despite my initial concerns, has certainly continued to appear on screens both big and small — and which by now I’ve seen on screens of all sizes so many times that I’ve lost count.

All of this, though, pales in comparison to the film’s biggest influence on me. Of all the things related to Star Wars that Star Wars got me to want, making films is surely the most significant. From that point forward, I wanted to be a filmmaker. I don’t know what the thought process was, though I imagine it was the obvious, the same kinds of things that went through the heads of countless others who were turned onto films by the likes of George Lucas and Steven Spielberg around that same time. “These movies are great, these movies are popular, I want to do things that are great and popular, I want to make movies, too.”

And I was serious about it. I practiced with short stories. With cassette-taped, improvised variety shows. With puppet shows. In 1981, at the age of just 11, about the same time I began my ticket stub collection, I bought — and read in its entirety — William Goldman’s epic memoir about screenwriting in Hollywood, Adventures in the Screen Trade. Soon after, I began to come up with my own ideas for feature films, enough so that I had to start writing them down. Thus began the various “idea files” which I maintain to this day, including notions for many things other than films as well and running hundreds of pages long.

As soon as I could, I got involved in school drama clubs. Prior to the days of easy and cheap DIY digital video, this seemed the closest one could get to making movies when there was no filmmaking equipment around. With a writing partner, I even wrote a screenplay between the ages of 14 and 16. Of course, it was just a sequel to the Airplane! movies, but it was feature-length, and it was completed. At 15 I made a few crappy short movies on home VHS. Between 16 and 18, I co-wrote and composed the music for a full-length musical, Cupid’s Arrow, which my co-authors and I convinced our drama club to produce. I simultaneously served as director, vocal director and conductor.

In college at Cornell University, I finally got to make a few real short films (see 1, 2) — and I do mean films, Super 8 and 16mm, no easy way out with video. All were technically silent, but I was so compelled to use sound that I invented my own crude sound-sync method for my 17-minute magnum opus, Gratuitous Violence. I served as writer, director, editor, composer and cinematographer. And though my camera work left something to be desired, I was proud to achieve a virtually impossible two-to-one ratio, i.e., the final cut used about about half of all the film I’d shot.

As graduation approached, I felt I was coming closer to my destiny. I’d move out to California and find my way into the film industry. I’d happily do whatever tasks were handed to me, quickly proving myself and eventually working my way toward opportunities to write and direct. There’d be blockbusters, critical kudos, status, recognition, Oscars, beach houses. I’d become what I’d always wanted to be. I’d reach the destination that lie at the end of the path that I’d been set down by Star Wars.

Emergent Associates, LLC: Trailblazing Tribalizing

May 29, 2005
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Written and Presented by Dr. Howard Ditkoff and Mark S. Meritt

At IshCon Spring 2005, Dr. Howard Ditkoff and Mark S. Meritt gave a presentation on the ideas behind their consulting company, Emergent Associates, LLC. The talk focused on how methodologies and fields like Appreciative Inquiry, complexity science and personality typing can tie into the ideas of author Daniel Quinn and can produce extremely practical results. Also covered was the particular way in which EA’s techniques can fostering the creation of modern tribes and the evolution of a new tribal economy of the kind described by Quinn. Afterward, demonstrations of the techniques were given in a small group discussion.

The presentation and part of the small group discussion were recorded on video. Development of the video for publication is in the works.

IshCon is a gathering of people inspired by Daniel Quinn who come together to explore and elaborate on Quinn’s ideas. IshCon Spring 2005 took place in Richmond, Indiana, from Friday May 27, 2005, to Monday May 30, 2005.

The Evolution of Multiple Agricultures and their Cultural Dispersals — A Descent-Based Approach to the Study of Agricultural Origins and Dispersals

March 4, 2005
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This paper was written as a thesis submitted to the University of Queensland’s School of Social Sciences in partial fulfillment of the requirements of a Bachelor of Anthropology Honours Degree. It describes how a proper understanding of cultural evolution dispels many current confusions over the origins of agriculture. Chris is pursuing a doctoral degree in which his dissertation will expand on this paper.

Read the The Evolution of Multiple Agricultures and their Cultural Dispersals .pdf (compressed).

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