Where does hope come from? How is it we're naturally able to reach out for it when we feel we have nothing else?

Is hope a product of our misfortune or...are we the products of hope's abilities?

Does beginning to know hope mean beginning to know ourselves or, is that just a hope we hope to achieve in an attempt to comfort our sense of loss?

Maybe, we need that sense of loss so we may better know what it means to hope for what we believe we deserve.

Without us there can be no hope; without hope there can be no us.