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Passion, it lies in all of us,
sleeping... waiting...
and though unwanted... unbidden...
it will stir... open
its jaws and howl.
It speaks to us... guides us...
passion rules us all, and we obey.
What other choice do we have?
Passion is the source of our
finest moments. The
joy of love... the charity of hatred...
and the ecstasy of grief.
It hurts sometimes more than we can bear.
If we could live without passion
maybe we'd know some kind of peace...
but we would be hollow... Empty rooms
shuttered and dark. Without passion
we'd be truly dead.