It is again, today, my friend, that I feel a certain hopelessness. That is to say I have no expectation. There is no notion that somehow circumstances will "work out" in the way I pray. There are no eyes watching what I do in order to reward me for good behavior and punish ugliness, no wider meaning than what I and we are. Jean-Paul claims meaning comes from meaninglessness, but there is purpose and meaning in everything, as it is anything. It is the overarching hope that lies vacant. It is yours, my friend.
As for me, I have place in the world un-placed, a position in no direction. There is effort that needs expansion, a kind of energy inserted into the when that I live. Should I choose to cease my efforts, certainly momentum would take me. But where? It seems to the same place as prior, here with you.