What is the central pa**ion of a life? To please mummy & daddy? To find a home for their furniture? To found a family of one's own, possibly a dynasty? To fill the world with more books that have no readers or books that have too many & k** too many trees? What is the pa**ion that drives us as the wind drives a winged seed? To reproduce ourselves, then die? To meet God once if only in a dream? To reach enlightenment through pain or pleasure? Or perhaps just to question as I am doing now, & to teach by questioning. . . Yes- this is both pa**ion & power enough.