Hope is a malignant force that keeps us stagnant and doe-eyed
before the celebrity messiah. It deludes us into giving up our last
piece of bread for the promise of a loaf. It's the flashing neon
sign of "SALVATION" over the dark, dusty door to despair. 

Hope lures you into the void of paradox between what is and isn’t
possible, and regales you with false assurances. It sees Will and
Action as poison, and replaces them with vacuous devotion
and idle daydreaming.

Hope is the Fata Morgana; the Ignis Fatuus;
the spurious Avatar of Anodyne;
the shining eidolon at the brow of the abyss.  

Rebuke it! Kill hope, and let arise the Will! 

"We are not to calculate, to argue, to criticise; these things lead
to division of will and to stagnation. They are shackles of our
Going. They hamstring our Pegasus. We are to rise up –
to Go – to Love – we are to be awake, alert.” 
— Aleister Crowley