A Sign of the End Times?

Life Imitates Art?

I hate the TV series Lost. I think it's an insult to its viewers. Apart from being a conceptual rip-off of the far superior Lord of the Flies, written by William Golding in 1954, it makes for what I like to call "Thrill TV". It provides the thrills, without the need for thought; or provokes pseudo-thought. I mean, come on: a plane goes missing somewhere over the Pacific Ocean, and crash lands on an island, stranding its survivors on a deserted island, on which they must face their fears and their true natures? Who'd even believe that happening, nowadays, anyway...?

And then, all of a sudden, it actually happens: a commercial aircraft goes missing while in flight! No record of how it happened or where it could be now. Even the debris found near the suspected crash site turned ut to be totally unrelated.

We all know I'm not a religious man, but I am a little superstitious at times, letting my fear of the unknown get the better of me. I can't help but wonder what caused this mystery. My grandmother would say it was God's way of reminding us of his existence. Or something. Personally, I think this is some terrible - potentially tragic - mistake. Let's not forget that, unlike in Lost, there were actual people on that flight, and each of them has relatives and friends fearing for their safety.

I just hope this is resolved as soon as possible; and when it is, some very serious questions will need answering.

However, let's not give up on the airline industry just yet (goodness knows they need our help): as Superman reminded us after saving Lois Lane in the first and latest films, statistically speaking, flying is still the safest way to travel. Then again, as Kenneth Williams' character says at the end of Carry On Up the Khyber, I dunno though...