Laddership, Day 2: Stories, from Hope to False Solidity
In the darkest pit of despair, sitting in a puddle of my last hope, I sometimes wonder, “What good is hope?” The question echoes off the walls of the dry well at the bottom of which I sit, alone and terrified. For every hope I have lost had a fear that brought it into being. And now that I’m down to my last hope, I hold many fewer fears. So maybe hopelessness is the key to fearlessness, or perhaps the path that leads to the edge of the cliff.