the voice of cynicism with imperious wisdom informed by circumstances past where through defeated expectation, corrupted naivety perhaps wounded vulnerability has been disappointed on innumerable occasions
and chanting incessantly in a cavernous register "there is no hope - there is no point" and louder "there is no hope - there is no point" and louder still "there is no hope - there is no point"
would have you adopt this epigram as your own in the belief that if you do the prophecy of self determined hopelessness will be affirmed and validated
its unspoken fear of course is that you will leave it there abandoned and alone in the cavern of its own arrogant despair
so here's an idea surprise it take it with you out of the pit take it for a bicycle ride on the beach at low tide **** it in a ruck-sack up a rocky ridge swim with it in a lake with a sandy bottom and willow banks invite it to the funniest Robin Williams film you can think of above all else, let it experience your unconditional positive regard
constantly continuously repeatedly offering counsel in all the tones and voices of unrelenting love