I'm awestruck. Breathless. Unbelieveing. The conclusion of the whole nine yards of this masterpiece of a series just leaves you sitting there, looking around you, having absolutely no clue what to do, how to go on with your life. You want to grab hold of one of your loved ones, squeeze them hard against you, never wanting to let go. Or you just walk around aimlessly in your garden, trying to get order among the maelstrom of thoughts swirling around in your head. Or you just sit in silence, having the feeling that your guts are trying to digest something as indigestible as an obsidian stone. And then, when you think that it's over, you just realize that it stays with you, for days and days, the movie having created a new and permanent pocket of emotions in your brain, hitting you again and again at the least expected moments.
It kicks you in your stomach like Muhammed Ali would have done. It's like an orgasm you're never going to have again in your whole life. It's serene, beautiful, astonishing, morbid and ironic, and last but not least, utterly true.
The whole series is organic. It grows with you or you grow with it. It seems - even during its seldom seen weaker moments - that it is written and planned to become one monstre psychedelic trip of life, one huge lesson. It's not a series which is meant to go on and on without an end, like you see a lot nowadays. It has a beginning, there is an evolution, and you also get a soul tearing conclusion you will never forget.
Watch all episodes. Slowly, in a dark room, when you are calm, paying attention to all the minuscule details. Join the Fishers, let them be your foster family for a time. You are never going to regret it.
