Passion is like the lightening, it is beautiful and it links the earth to heaven, but it blinds.

H. Rider Haggard
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The same thing that brings us joy can also blind us. Take the lightening for example. We all love seeing the beautiful display of lightening, no matter where it hits or how warm it is. But what happens when we are in its path? It can be blinding to our sight and cause temporary blindness.

Source: Allan Quatermain

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