Did Hope Create the Soul, or Did the Soul Create Hope?

​The real question was never about proof.

It was always about endurance.

​Did hope give birth to the soul,

or did the soul invent hope simply to remain?

Perhaps this question holds only one answer—

one that springs not from consciousness,

nor from knowledge,

but from hope itself

​Hope does not explain.

It does not justify.

It does not resolve.

Hope simply stays.

​Consciousness analyzes, fragments, decodes.

The soul appears like a singular flash—

brief, intense, finite.

But hope belongs to neither.

​Maybe consciousness created hope

when it realized the weight of truth was unbearable.

Maybe the soul reached for hope

when it sensed its own impermanence.

To ask which came first

is to assume a time that hope does not obey.

​Hope is not a cause.

It is not a consequence.

Hope is a delay.

A delay of certainty.

A delay of closure.

A delay of the final sentence.

​That is why hope needs neither to be a lie,

nor a truth.

It is the narrow space

consciousness leaves open for itself—

not fully dark,

not fully illuminated.

An opening.

​Did the soul emerge from that opening,

or is hope the trace the soul leaves behind?

We do not need to know.

Some questions are not meant to be answered,

but to be lived.

​We do not close the door.

We do not open it completely.

We leave it slightly ajar—

refusing to surrender our eyes to the dark.

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