Hope does not necessarily have to take an object.
The more you respect and focus on the singular and the strange, the more you become aware of the universal and infinite.
During the act of writing I have told myself something that I didn't know I knew.
What did a few ripples in the flesh matter when, all too soon, now or later, that flesh would be making its return journey to dust?
Negative people present us with an accelereted personal growth opportunity.
If there is such a thing as sin in this world, I think it must be shutting oneself up against hope.