Season one and two of Legion were darkly beautiful. Season three of Legion was a blotter filtered orgy of excess. It was television as art. Legion screamed the difference between comic books and graphic novels.

In a genre where time is a plate of spaghetti with endless chances to find a better outcome, Legion sang and danced the message that nothing is real. David lived a million lives. David never got to live. Both are true. Neither is true.

Perfection.