Interestingly Enough...

Passion is a funny thing. It can lift mountains, but it can crush the one who's lifting. It can bring two beings together, or wrench them apart. Passion is a slippery sort of thing, for it can easily turn into madness, which can be messy. It can take on many roles: passion for life, for love and peace, passionate curiosity, which, in the end, killed the cat. It can also slide so seductively into place that you hardly know it's there until you've crossed the line and think, "my God, what happened?" Sometimes it fools you into thinking that the opposite of passion is death, but they can be implicit, one and the same. A person's passion, their fire for whatever it is they burn for, can in fact turn on and into itself and die, leaving only the fragile ashes that before could have been the building blocks to some great epiphany, but now lay silent, in mourning over the loss of themselves and their sight.

'Tis interesting to see what comes to mind late at night.