But when the entire island story line we had been following for six seasons turned out not to matter very much within the internal organization of the show's narrative — to be largely disconnected from that final quasi-religious resolution of the plot — it was deflating, despite the warm feelings the finale otherwise inspired.
Rendered insignificant, in this scenario, were the particulars of what they had done on the island. Pushing buttons, building rafts, blowing up hatches, living, dying — all the churning action and melodrama that made "Lost" so addictive in its early seasons — none of it was directly connected to this final outcome, beyond the fact that it constituted "the most important part" of all their lives.