At first glance this posits the last place you would think to look for the beginnings of hope: where there is none.
Yet, once in a while, when despair is caused by temporary sorrows, there can be a point when you know, raw and wrung out as you are, that you’ve hit the bottom and the way is now up, however slow and painfully the clawing to reach it.
‘Jerusalem arose before his eyes: savage, full of blood and at the height of despair – which is where hope begins.’
Source: Nikos Kazantzakis, The Last Temptation, trans. P.A. Bien (London: Faber and Faber, 1983), p. 369
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