Are You Willing to Get Lost?

The popular television show 'Lost' features pretty people, supernatural plot twists, and surprising Buddhist insights.

BY: Dean Sluyter

 
Reprinted with permission from Tricycle: The Buddhist Review.


A closed eyelid fills the screen. Suddenly it swings wide open, and the pupil, at first dilated, immediately contracts, as if reacting to brilliant light. That’s the first shot of the first episode of "Lost," ABC’s phenomenally successful dramatic series, now in its second season. Several variations of this image recur in later episodes—a tantalizing hint that somehow the show is an allegory of the process of awakening, of opening to the light of awareness. More hints will follow.

In the next few shots we see the owner of the eye, a thirtysomething man in a suit and tie, incongruously lying on his back in a bamboo grove. Then he remembers or realizes that he has just been in a jetliner crash on a tropical island and starts running toward the screams of other survivors; the story lurches into action, and after that it never stops lurching. Following in the long and winding lineage of "Robinson Crusoe," "Lord of the Flies," "Gilligan’s Island," and "Survivor," "Lost" presents the tribulations and improvisations of the marooned as they cope with the loss not only of civilization’s physical amenities but of the veneer of civilized behavior.

We see friendships formed or broken over a jar of peanut butter, rival factions, shifting loyalties, hidden agendas, kidnappings, clubbings, the old bamboo-shoots-under-the-fingernails torture, end-of-episode feel-good reconciliations and redemptions, and, hey, look—a message in a bottle. There are also frequent flashbacks to the pre-crash lives of the passengers. They include a doctor and an engineer as well as a washed-up rock star, a former Iraqi Republican Guard, a slacker lottery winner, and a murderer or two, who together certainly represent a richer if only slightly more realistic cross-section of society than the millionaire and his wife, the movie star, the professor, and Mary Ann. Aside from the token funny fat guy, the plane seems to have specialized in carrying attractive people, and the passing weeks on the island have miraculously scant effect on their hairdos and makeup.

 

But "Lost" holds our interest with those teasing glimpses of a cosmic and possibly dharmic dimension. Occasionally punctuating the passengers’ struggle to survive are such perspective-busting developments as the appearance of a polar bear in the jungle, the crash-induced healing of a paraplegic, the recurrence of an apparently mystical sequence of numbers first on the slacker’s lottery ticket and then in several other improbable places, and the discovery of an abandoned bunker that houses some sort of clandestine project straight out of "The X-Files," complete with aging computers stamped with the logo of the mysterious Dharma Initiative—a logo that also turns up tattooed on the skin of an attacking shark.

 

What’s going on here? Is mainstream TV really making a meaningful foray into the Buddhist world? Or is it merely rummaging through the thrift shop of Buddhist terminology for the odd hat or trinket in which to play dress-up? The last time the word “dharma” was prominently featured on a network series, it turned out to mean a cute blonde hippie girl married to an uptight yuppie named Greg. Certainly at least one of the "Lost" writers seems to have some real knowledge of Buddhist practice. The apparatus in the Dharma Initiative bunker includes a doomsday machine that requires its caretakers, in order to fend off catastrophe, to watch a counter and vigilantly reset it every 108 minutes—maintaining mindfulness in increments of 108 being a familiar activity, of course, to anyone who has used a standard 108-bead mala to count off repetitions of mantra.

 

Continued on page 2: Lost's deepest dharmic resonance is probably the experience of lostness itself... »

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