Part of an old conversation, when a friend left a WhatsApp group: (And I still miss this friend often, extremely intelligent and concerned, whose presence was reassuring voice of sanity, until, one day, the friend decided to confront insanity in insanity’s own language of passion, and crossed over.):
“I don't know, in such cases trying to decide what is right always leaves me utterly confused. Unlike you, I can evoke no passion in such matters and that is a serious set back in choosing sides. Thinking running on the fuel of passion already knows it's direction. Then evaluation is not about right or wrong, it is about in favour or against. Which is easer to do. Without passion every step is a process of weighing, like checking the ground beneath before next step. I have tried passion route too. But couldn't separate good passion from bad one. Unfortunately, when something is burning you can't see its colour. And, I also met so many fanatics on that path that I was crushed with guilt to be in their company. But one thing I learnt, all form of passion thrives on response. So I try not to respond when I feel stink around me.
Sorry if it sounds overboard, but I think you gave the stink a bit of power by quitting the group.
You are being missed by most...one person made you to leave and so many others could not stop you; when passion renders more power to one vicious heart than so many loving ones, it got to be blind, don't you think?”
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