A Hail Mary is like a mantra is like a deck of Tarot cards is like creative visualization is like numerology is like past life regression is like astrology is like chakra balancing is like crystal readings is like channeling and other pursuits spawned by hope. Hope comes with its own song and dance, of course. Hopes are like snowflakes—no two hopeflakes are alike. Yes, hope is a happy hologram! And yet, there’s no place like hope. But I digress…

Ah, hope, that shiny bar of soap that lathers away anxieties, fears and anger and all sorts of miscellaneous shifting splinters of the mind. In the end it’s all smoke and mirrors. And nothing really changes after whichever ritual is performed, even though a warm syrupy blanket embalms what you think is “you.”

But hey, nothing wrong with a Hail Mary or a mantra. If it makes life an absolute bouquet of fragrant sexy roses…it just happens. But roses soon fade and will have to be replaced again, and again…


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