Tha Mrs. generally thinks Locke is a walking disaster and a lil' bitch, but the Sensitive Male inside of me has often vibed with the bald guy's constant questing and questioning. Yeah, sure, he's been a tragedy-magnet. And his old-man toughness has always been offset by flashes of saggy-chested vulnerability. But as an occasional member of the "Why The Fuck Am I Here" Club (and, well, the "Why Are People Always Fucking With Me" Club), I respect Locke's willingness to keep his mind open, even if blind faith has frequently been his motivation. But after last night, I think Locke the Klutzy Searcher is dead for good. He still has a few questions, sure. Just enough to avoid coming off as a total godhead. But now that he's got plenty of answers, I see where this has been going: It's neither his faith that is being rewarded, nor his questing. It's his patience. If the show's growing "inevitability" theme is to be taken seriously, Locke didn't need any faith at all. Nor did he have to ask any questions. He just needed to improve his coping style.
It's not as depressing as you might think. Except, y'know, he had to die first.