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2014-03-06 | |
As previously mentioned, hopelessness must be deliberately inflicted -and to a certain extent accepted- in order to exist. Thus neither hopelessness nor hope should be considered as "normal", simply because they can't be; no one would ever need hope in a world where expectations would not arise from unmet needs and growing frustrations. And with hope useless, hopelessness would become obsolete, superfluous. Hopelessness therefore must be inflicted upon authority's mostly unwilling subjects, through an intricately designed, perpetual scheme of vexatious sufferings, always paired with poverty or its threatening prospect. Hope, as its emotionally balancing counterpart, could exist only where hopelessness has been previously induced, maintained.
Hope is authority's most cleaver device, offered freely as a substitute for everything and anything between lasting happiness and long life, there to soothe all pain, pacifier for authority's -fooled into submission- subjects. But the matter's sadistic twist resides in hope's need to be self-inflicted, taken and swallowed upon offer, never to be pushed down anyone's (un)suspecting throat.
Yes, hope must be self-inflicted in order to release its pseudo-rewarding, pseudo-hormones; after all, we were "created" with free will, which means inflicted hope would transform us into machines, isn't it...?
It is so hard to understand now, my own two decades of self-inflicted blind hope called "Christianity"... Hard and humiliating because I wholeheartedly believed it against all sane logic and reason, continuously living the guilt of blaming myself for any emotional failure to abide by its ideology, guilt commonly known as desperation. Because all it's left for hope if not self-inflicted, falls into desperation's ever changing maze, with minotaurs of doubt awaiting their prey at every - not prayed for - corner... Christianity's madness has gone so far as of dumbing otherwise intelligent people into oftentimes praying for "nothing bad to happen" even if there isn't any foreseeable reason for fear.
It seems as "I'll be with you always" has its serious problems to be met only by "Ye shall hope I'll be with your hopes, always..."
-to be continued ...-
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