Some time ago, while talking to Rick, I was trying to explain to him about people and passion. I attempted to explain that I have a hard time being around people that have no passion. Passion? He asked, Like the romantic stuff? No, I said..passion for something. A passion for anything...an all encompassing overwhelming desire for something, to do something--that sort of thing. But I couldn't explain it precisely which is rare for me because usually I have no problem explaining it exactly what I mean. Today, I found out why I couldn't explain it; it was because some one else already has! And it is EXACTLY WHAT I MEAN:
"The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live,
mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time,
the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn,
burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across
the stars..."
Jack Kerouac
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