I danced on blades until my world began to spin sharply. There was passion. There, right there in the palm of my hands! I could feel electricity vibrating beneath the steps of my feet! Reaching out, reaching onward to the mystery of the unknown horizons.

Where did it all go? I wonder behind terminals and the sounds of my fingers at keyboards. The blades are still around me. I'm as sharp as ever. Where did the passion go?