I was tempted, for a moment, to fight hopelessness, to play the man, to take up arms against the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, and by opposing, end them. But hopelessness came from my core and I welcomed it. It became me and I became it. My core, my deeper self, loved me, relaxed and played the poker hand of hopelessness leading me away from the taken-for-granted, from awkward imitiation to graceful flow at the simple price of hope.
Is grace too much to hope for? Well yes, for first there is hopelessness, as easy as falling down a hill.