It all came to me as I was watching the finale of LOST.
Now, for the past year I was definitely a fair weather fan. I had to think too much as watching it. I like my TV to keep me dumb. I felt like LOST must be smarter than me and I gave up on it for awhile. But I could not let it go without a good-bye since I did follow these people for 5 years. And last summer I got to stand on beaches where they film LOST. I saw the village where the OTHERS lived (a YMCA camp, takes a little of the spooky out huh?) and decided I needed to visit those beaches again. So I recorded the 12 million hours of the final night. I watched the 2 hour review and amazingly the clouds parted and I felt caught up and prepared for the "The End".
I saw them continue to fight with this island. And then it came to me. As Jack and Desmond were at the heart of the island where the light was, and they were fooling around with it's "cork" , pulling it out, then putting it back in, watching the island get cranky, then be happy again, it came to me. The island was just a big cranky, PMSing woman. Now I am not one to disparage my own sex but you all know what I am talking about. She blew smoke, and swallowed people whole. She drew people to her then pushed them away. Her "center" was alluring and all light and glowy but if you got close you got burned.
They could have solved their problems much quicker had they known that. All they needed was some Diet Coke and some chocolate and maybe some potato chips for good measure. Take it to the "heart" of the island and throw it in. And in about a week they would have had an island calm enough to open a resort on. At lest for the next 28 days.