What is the point of hope when every decision leads only to more decisions, and those decisions lead to more decisions, ad infinitum? Is it just a never-ending cycle of existential dread? A hamster in a wheel of uncertainty, running faster and faster, but getting nowhere?
Or is it the point of hope that we're all just a bunch of hamsters, running in our own wheels, blind to the fact that the wheel is just a metaphor for our own minds, which are also just wheels, turning and turning, but never really going anywhere?
Perhaps the point of hope is that we're all just a bunch of hamsters, running on a wheel that's actually just a giant hamster wheel, and the point is to find the one hamster who's secretly controlling the wheel, and then hope that they'll turn it off and let us all just chill?
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