From: gordonbreen623@hotmail.com   
      
   Each time I write here I speak of sharing moments together.   
      
   To share a moment can be walking to a park.   
   To share a moment can be enjoying the taste of a hot chocolate   
   To share a moment can be playing a game of cards.   
      
   I speak of isolation that we as individuals create.   
      
   Isolation creates barriers, someone has told you that you can not do, say or   
   feel. In isolation you have found that you can not approach a person because   
   his/her skin is the wrong colour, he/she is the wrong heights, he/she is the   
   wrong weight, the reasons are many and the result is always the same you   
   remain isolated. Isolation need not be part of your life. Phone a friend,   
   write a letter, say hello to a stranger when walking to work. One act can   
   break isolation forever.   
      
   I speak of passion   
      
   To often I fear that when I speak on passion that intercourse is the first   
   thing that comes to mind. Passion envelops so much more. I find passion in   
   beauty. I find passion when I use all my senses. Vision, Touch, Hearing &   
   Smell, my hobby is photography. I will go to a park a find something that   
   arouses passion in me and then I will photograph it. Touching and being   
   touched can bring passion into my heart; to stroke a cat or dog or massage a   
   person all has the same results. The passion of touch is achieved.  Hearing   
   the sounds of nature or music, or even the spoken word can bring passion in   
   my life. And we can not forget smell. The smell of a rose can bring back   
   memories of days gone by. Popcorn reminds me of a movie. The smells in ones   
   hairs can create images that only can be described as passion.   
      
   When you let me into your life I will bring to you adventure, passion,   
   friendship. How much is up to both of use. I point you toward the sky; I   
   will show you the water that touches the beach, together we will find   
   laughter, sadness and joy.   
      
   I leave you with two thoughts:   
      
   To hide a passion totally (or even to hide, more simply, its excess) is   
   inconceivable: not because the human subject is too weak, but because   
   passion is in essence made to be seen: the hiding must be seen: I want you   
   to know that I am hiding something from you, that is the active paradox I   
   must resolve: at one and the same time it must be known and not known: I   
   want you to know that I don't want to show my feelings: that is the message   
   I address to the other.   
   Roland Barthes (1915-80), French semiologist. A Lover's Discourse, "Dark   
   Glasses," sct. 2 (1977; tr. 1979).   
      
   What is passion? It is surely the becoming of a person. Are we not, for most   
   of our lives, marking time? Most of our being is at rest, unlived. In   
   passion, the body and the spirit seek expression outside of self. Passion is   
   all that is other from self. Sex is only interesting when it releases   
   passion. The more extreme and the more expressed that passion is, the more   
   unbearable does life seem without it. It reminds us that if passion dies or   
   is denied, we are partly dead and that soon, come what may, we will be   
   wholly so.   
   John Boorman (b. 1933), British filmmaker. Projections (ed. by John Boorman   
   and Walter Donohue, 1992), entry for 16 May 1991.   
      
      
      
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