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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 common place thing, but burn burn burn, like fabulous yellow Roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.

—Jack Kerouac

Sing it my brother. I'm with ya. People who are truly passionate about — anything, everything. That's what I try to find in myself and others. People who are bored really are boring.

Then again, Kerouac was writing about his friend Neal Cassady. Cassady was walking by a railroad track in Mexico after a party a few days shy of his forty-second birthday. He was trying to reach the next town over when he passed out on the tracks, in the cold and rainy night wearing nothing but a T-shirt and jeans. By the morning he was in a coma, and died a few hours later of exposure. Alchohol and drugs in his system probably didn't help. Mad and desirous.

'Course on the other hand you have the oh so Zen DGAFism. That's important too. Blessed is the one who simply says, "I don't care." It really helps when you're jotting notes at 3 in the morning because you're still wired, and desirous, and don't want to miss out on anything and...

Maybe it's a movie. You know, you're watching a movie that you're really into and you really feel it and you laugh and tear up and you get excited and you grip your seat and you are in-to-it. But you know it's just a movie, and you don't really care.

Passion-zen. © 2007, Jeremy Parnell. Sleep.......