Hope is the talisman of failed belief,
Clung to when ideas run out.
Why hope to continue if that won’t escape this world’s predicament?
That’s hopeless.
Our way of life is a way of death.
Its engines run on raw destruction.
The point of no return has vanished in its mirrors.
Why hope to plough on now?
Hope distracts from the necessary work.
The longer we go on hoping, the more we are lost.
I sense something beyond hope. Do you?
Let’s admit defeat together.
It’s our very last chance to let go and be free.
We only have to recognise it, and surrender.
Because this is a blessed failure.
To live to see the end of endless ‘progress’.
To accept the life breathed into us, and nothing more.
Give up completely. Live differently.
Denial postpones recovery.
They say if we lose hope we will not act.
But the appropriate act is abandonment.
What do we fear? Losing control? Surely we can drop that grand delusion now?
Control is war. We are deaf while it rings in our ears.
What we control we disrupt and destroy.
The world we want cannot be hoped for. It can only be worked for.
So give up hope.
We’ll lose nothing but illusions.
We will be better for it.
We're tracking well here Andy, this is kind of where I'm at too, minus the rich poetic prose. But does it mean I should abandon my guilt by association and start planning my next rainforest hopping circumnavigation of the planet before fuel price rises take such opulence away, or should I be retreating to my books in a sod-roof roundhouse, tending my veggies and such? Or is there a pick n' mix philosophy to hide behind that would allow me both if I fully embrace hopelessness?
Beautifully put. Initially sad to read but also filled with empowerment to change.