Wondering why it isn't more vital a condition to be on fire . .
Passion, which has been a threat for aeons, is the thing that keeps us alive, like fire itself.
How can we deny this? Perhaps because of the fear of destruction we have chosen and pursued containment in many ways, but that has not removed the tendency from our form.
What keeps the frustration of obstacle from ruining a thing and instead channels the state's energies into intentions and deteminations toward solvency. . .
Passion.