... and fulfilling its role as the opposite, despair is an unknown.
[ Now her voice is feminine, though deep and serious. ]
What happens when something ripples the world in a way that you couldn't anticipate? When someone's despair, their desire to pull the trigger on someone important or to burn trees in droughted land, becomes everyone's despair? When someone prizes their ownership and power above the wellbeing of everyone else's 'hope'?
Despair is change, and pain is the only way humans-- no, anyone of sentient mind-- changes. But no one seeks despair, do they? No one seeks the very particular pain that would show them how badly they need to change. What they really desire. How badly they want it. Hope is the idea of becoming a great sculpture.
Despair is the chisel and mallet that actually shapes it.
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[ Now her voice is feminine, though deep and serious. ]
What happens when something ripples the world in a way that you couldn't anticipate? When someone's despair, their desire to pull the trigger on someone important or to burn trees in droughted land, becomes everyone's despair? When someone prizes their ownership and power above the wellbeing of everyone else's 'hope'?
Despair is change, and pain is the only way humans-- no, anyone of sentient mind-- changes. But no one seeks despair, do they? No one seeks the very particular pain that would show them how badly they need to change. What they really desire. How badly they want it. Hope is the idea of becoming a great sculpture.
Despair is the chisel and mallet that actually shapes it.