Not fearless, but if you've spent any time reading my posts, you know the premium I place on passion.
Even so, when I lock into the zone with my writing, or I attend a *really* superior live concert, or climb up above the treeline and look out over the entire Cascade range, or get heeled over good, fighting the tiller in a 25 knot wind ... it's at least as good as a hot makeout session. The chemical rush. If not better. And I'm a kissing junkie.
You take your passion where you can find it; the more sources, the merrier. Why limit yourself to the pleasure another human can provide?
"Show me a completely smooth operation and I'll show you someone who's covering mistakes. Real boats rock." -- Frank Herbert
