Yes, hope has a uncanny way of flickering when intellect says otherwise. As Dante notes in The Inferno, existence without hope is the very definition of Hell - the sign on Dante's gates of Hell reads: "Abandon hope all ye who enter."
So we must not despair - keep that "thing with feathers" fluttering.
“Hope” is the thing with feathers
By Emily Dickinson
“Hope” is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -
And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -
I’ve heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.
Yes, hope has a uncanny way of flickering when intellect says otherwise. As Dante notes in The Inferno, existence without hope is the very definition of Hell - the sign on Dante's gates of Hell reads: "Abandon hope all ye who enter."
So we must not despair - keep that "thing with feathers" fluttering.
Plus, those of us who took probablility and statistics pretty much know what's in a box of chocolates and the odds for each option.