So, not to be too difficult, but we've been coming here for two days just staring at this thing. I'm not really sure what we're supposed to be doing.
John Locke
Ludovico Buonarrati, Michelangelo's father. He was a wealthy man. He had no understanding of the divinity in his son, so he beat him. No child of his was going to use his hands for a living. So, Michelangelo learned not to use his hands. Years later a visiting prince came into Michelangelo's studio and found the master staring at a single 18 foot block of marble. Then he knew that the rumors were true -- that Michelangelo had come in everyday for the last four months, stared at the marble, and gone home for his supper. So the prince asked the obvious -- what are you doing? And Michelangelo turned around and looked at him, and whispered, sto lavorando, I'm working. Three years later that block of marble was the statue of David.
We're not going to stare at this for 4 months, are we?
John Locke
Michael, I know it's been difficult to bond with your son. You know why he's formed an attachment to me? Because I treat him like an adult. You still treat him like a boy.
John Locke
He's been through more than most people in their entire lifetimes. Maybe you haven't spent enough time with him to see it, but he's different.
John Locke
And we're not back home, Michael. As long as we're here, I think Walt should be allowed to realize his potential.
Stay away from my son. And me.
John Locke
My sister, Jeanie, died when I was a boy. Fell off the monkey bars and broke her neck. And my mother, well, my foster mother, she blamed herself, of course. She thought she wasn't watching close enough. So, she stopped eating, stopped sleeping. The neighbors started talking, afraid she might do something to herself, I guess. [Sipping coffee] Oh, that's good. Anyway, about 6 months after Jeanie's funeral, this golden retriever comes padding up our driveway, walks right into our house, sits down on the floor, and looks right at my mother, there on the couch. And my mother looks back at the dog. After about a minute of this, of them both staring at each other like that, my mother burst into tears. Beautiful dog, no tags, no collar, healthy, and sweet. The dog slept in Jeanie's old room, on Jeanie's old bed and stayed with us until my mother passed 5 years later. Then, disappeared back to wherever it was she came from in the first place.
So, you're saying the dog was your sister?
John Locke
Well, that would be silly. But my mother thought it was, thought that Jeanie had come back to tell her the accident wasn't her fault, let her off the hook.
What the hell was all that about back there, John?
Locke
What was what about?
You asked me to let you go.
Locke
That's right.
That thing was taking you down the hole and you asked me to let you go.
Locke
It wasn't going to hurt me.
No, John, it was going to kill you.
Locke
I seriously doubt that.
Look, I need for you -- I need for you to explain to me what the hell's going on inside your head, John. I need to know why you believe that that thing wasn't going to...
Locke
I believe that I was being tested.
Locke
Yeah, tested.
Locke
That's why you and I don't see eye-to-eye sometimes, Jack -- because you're a man of science.
Yeah, and what does that make you?
Locke
Me, well, I'm a man of faith. Do you really think all this is an accident -- that we, a group of strangers survived, many of us with just superficial injuries? Do you think we crashed on this place by coincidence -- especially, this place? We were brought here for a purpose, for a reason, all of us. Each one of us was brought here for a reason.
Brought here? And who brought us here, John?
Locke
The island. The island brought us here. This is no ordinary place, you've seen that, I know you have. But the island chose you, too, Jack. It's destiny.
Did you talk with Boone about destiny, John?
Locke
Boone was a sacrifice that the island demanded. What happened to him at that plane was a part of a chain of events that led us here -- that led us down a path -- that led you and me to this day, to right now.
And where does that path end, John?
Locke
The path ends at the hatch. The hatch, Jack -- all of it -- all of it happened so that we could open the hatch.
No, no, we're opening the hatch so that we can survive.
Locke
Survival is all relative, Jack.
I don't believe in destiny.
Locke
Yes, you do. You just don't know it yet.
Locke
I just don't think 30 dollars are worth getting angry about.
MModerator
Well, Francine feels like 30 dollars...
Locke
Francine feels a little too much if you ask me. You all do. I mean, seriously: "So-and-so never called me back", "my mother stole 30 dollars from me". I never even knew who my parents were. A couple of years ago, my birth mother found me, and... She told me, I was special! And through her, I met my real father. Great news, right? Well, he pretended to love me just long enough to steal my kidney because he needed a transplant! And then he dropped me back in the world like a piece of trash. Just like he did on the day that I was born! You want your damned 30 dollars back? I want my kidney back!!!