Try to imagine a pointless brain, confused and conflicted, without direction, full of fear. Danger here, spooky things there, down in the basement, cooking up the medicine. And here we are with a wide open day, cracked by the sun, positioned perfectly for perfection, just streaming along through space. Think thoughts of truth and hope, truth with hope, they can exist together, they should exist together. One is hollow without the other.
Truth cuts with a sharp blade, few want to know it, really want to know it. The slice or puncture is only the beginning, the pain comes next, and the speed of pain can be surprisingly slow. Of course, the bleeding is the worst part, gushing blood, red and clean. Then the pressure is applied, disinfectant and bandages, the body works it, too. Immediately, the healing starts, and truth usually heals, but not always, not without hope.
If it's hopeless, it's hopeless, hopelessness has it's own truth, filled with woe and acceptance, sooner the better. But hope is in another sphere, another galaxy, it is the true spirit of humans, there is no other explanation for our existence. Anticipation for what's to come, without manipulation and deception. Believing light cuts dark like truth cuts lies. Those that know hope will know the truth, and the truth is glorious.