I can give you a spirit love, i have given you this long, long time; but not embodied passion. See, you are a nun. I have given you what i would give a holy nun...In all our relations no body enters. I do not talk to you through the senses - rather through the spirit. That is why we cannot love in the common sense.
It seems to me a purely lyric poet gives himself, right down to his sex, to his mood, utterly and abandonedly, whirls himself roundtill he spontaneously combusts into verse. He has nothing that goes on, no passion, only a few intense moods, separate like odd stars, and when each has burned away, he must die.
April is the cruelest month, t.S. Eliot wrote, by which i think he meant (among other things) that springtime makes people crazy. We expect too much, the world burgeons with promises it can't keep, all passion is really a setup, and we're doomed to get our hearts broken yet again. I agree, and would further add: who cares? Every spring i go out there anyway, around the bend, unconditionally. ... Come the end of the dark days, i am more than joyful. I'm nuts.
Understand then all of you, especially the young, that to want to impose an imaginary state of government on others by violence is not only a vulgar superstition, but even a criminal work. Understand that this work, far from assuring the well-being of humanity is only a lie, a more or less unconscious hypocrisy, camouflaging the lowest passions we posses.
The indians , whom we call barbarous, observe much more decency and civility in their discourses and conversation, giving one another a fair silent hearing till they have quite done; and then answering them calmly, and without noise or passion. And if it be not so in this civiliz'd part of the world, we must impute it to a neglect in education, which has not yet reform'd this antient piece of barbarity amongst us.
And so, onwards... along a path of wisdom, with a hearty tread, a hearty confidence.. however you may be, be your own source of experience. throw off your discontent about your nature. forgive yourself your own self. you have it in your power to merge everything you have lived through- false starts, errors, delusions, passions, your loves and your hopes- into your goal, with nothing left over.
Wasn’t that kind of the basis of passion? i didn’t know that either. the only thing i knew for sure was that this kiss had been a lot like the last one. nice, but it didn’t blow me away. my heart sank. there was something wrong with me. everyone was always going on about how socially inept i was. did it extend to romance as well? was i so cold that i’d spend my life never feeling anything?
The competitive advantages the marketplace demands is someone more human, connected, and mature. someone with passion and energy, capable of seeing things as they are and negotiating multiple priorities as she makes useful decisions without angst. flexible in the face of change, resilient in the face of confusion. all of these attributes are choices, not talents, and all of them are available to you.