A brief passing thought I wanted to share.

When we talk of Love, it is all about infinity. Together till death do us part; I will love you for ever and ever, and so on.
But while the rhetoric of Love has always to do with infinity, the rhetoric of Passion is only about the present. The burning fire. Never thinking about tomorrow.

Cleopatra supposedly, at one of her parties, offered herself to whichever guy who wanted her, for the whole night. There was one small price he had to pay - his life in the morning. There were several takers or so the story goes.  It is funny that Cleopatra, known for her beauty, inspires then both the stories of her endless love to Anthony, and of her ruthless passion.

Simply a passing thought on how both in Passion and in Love Time gets canceled. Either purely the moment, or infinitiy. The place where they meet is where there is an everlasting fire, and that sadly is only in Hell. Surprising no?

I'll mention that this passing thought came to me after reading Mont's post about Louis Armstrong and its ensuing discussion which got me to listen to a disc I have of his, where this song appears: