It seems as though passion, like love, can foster creativity and growth or it can maim and kill. Isn't passion a very intense and powerful feeling cathected toward an object? In my personal experience there are days when I feel passionate joy at the appearance of a beautiful autumn leaf and there are days when nothing cheers me up. Seems to me passion is created by an individual, but so much of the time people expect it to sneak up behind them and bop them in the head. Sometimes that does indeed happen, like falling in love. For many, the powerful feelings that accompany falling in love are devastating.