Burn out the day, Burn out the night, I'm Burning for you - Blue Oyster Cult

Passion is an infinite resource, like love, like hate, like hope. You can dampen the fire, but you can't put it out. When it sleeps, the fire kept you warm. Like some sappy story of a flower beneath snowfall waiting for spring, it burned low, but the fire was still there.

You'd see art and it would stir. The music would play and the fire would climb up your spine until the commercial came on. But we forget, those that burn, that the fire never dies, it is eternal and immortal as we are, waiting to waken.

When the passion rises, when you want to stretch your arms wide, when you dance while you are playing pool -- do it, surrender to it. Stretch your arms wide and feel the heat in your body again and watch the fire engulf you and burn everything you touch.

Fire is pure, it cleanses, ash remains where there was nothing worth having, gold and iron and silver smelt and become pure. Fire calls to fire, in the end there are only those that burn and those that watch the fire.

Burn for me, I'll burn for you.

Burn with me.