What to say about a TV show that promised more and delivered less? Maybe it only felt like it promised a lot because of the sick and sad straights that the country finds itself in these days? Maybe the promises were the only ones we invented in our minds as we jumped on the "willing suspension of disbelief" bus like a bunch of drunk and rowdy Spring Breakers on our way to the next wet-shirt contest?
Our lives are not perfect, so we crazily seek perfection in the arts when the next greatest thing appears, or sports when we find a team that we can knit our identity to, or in politics when we find a candidate that is THE one who gets it. But there is no perfect in Art, sports, or politics. There is only the thing that is good right now. There is only the thing that makes us think that things can better. That is the flame we fly towards.
And so T.S. Elliot was wrong. On Westeros as in America, the world doesn't end with a whimper, or with a bang. It doesn't end. It just keeps trudges forward. At times violent and terrible and at times beautiful. Always imperfect, but striving.
