Emotionally taxing and intellectually compelling, the season finale broke me. The anthropological observation under the name of helping people rehearse life, though seemingly rational and objective, has layers of delicate and messy emotions running in its underbelly: the guilt of leaving someone, the grief of having someone leave you, the remorse of making someone leave you, and people's faith, hope, love and forgiveness. This meta theatrical lab of Nathan's seems to be motivated by his not letting go of things in the past. The cocktail of joy and pain that is this series shows the depths that he feels and thinks as a human, through all those social/interactional accidents in life. This social experiment reached the conclusion that one should be more tolerant to their own feelings and mistakes as Nathan told his fake son (and himself) that Nathan and the single mom make mistakes, that it's okay to feel sad and confused.
It broke my soul to see the child actor cry. Thus Nathan has now caused emotional trauma to a fatherless boy and a grown man in inheritance dispute. It killed me when the single mom said she saw herself in her son so that she knew her son would be okay. With loneliness and sense of meaninglessness intensified by modern rationalism and scientism, perhaps family or something to believe provide the greatest comfort.
It broke my soul to see the child actor cry. Thus Nathan has now caused emotional trauma to a fatherless boy and a grown man in inheritance dispute. It killed me when the single mom said she saw herself in her son so that she knew her son would be okay. With loneliness and sense of meaninglessness intensified by modern rationalism and scientism, perhaps family or something to believe provide the greatest comfort.
