At what point do we blur the line between a need and something that we are passionate about. Surely one could live in solitude, with all survival needs in place, and reach fulfillment. What if there is something that stokes the flame inside, that brings more life than being still. Is that pinnacle proving that being filled up by being completely content with stillness is not actually entirely met? Or is it possible that ones passion can bring more life than fulfillment in nothing. (Nothing meaning everything found within)
