What are you passionate about?

My home , my hope, and my heritage define me.  Were I not all in for them I would be a coward and a likely deceiver.   Recently I heard a commentator on television ridiculing people who combine their employment with passion. His view was that work cannot be passion. I suppose that helps explain why robots replacing us in so many places is just the kind of robotic thing we do for money.  Working without passion, to me, sounds like prostitution. The turmoil in societies all over the globe are like our appointment with death.  Passion for flags, tribe and religion are going to define individuals and communities for a while yet. 

I am all in for the earth and the community in which I live.  I am all in for the people who shaped my thinking.  Our consumer society lives on stupid slogans like “drill, baby, drill” without a thought about the finite resources of the planet. Beguiling people with the possibility that amazing technological advancements will contribute to humanity’s flight to a new planet home is one of our doomed fantasies that is driven by unprecedented financing and passion. Maybe we will just repeat among the stars the colonial and imperial expansions we have seen by European powers. I think we can see that passion for native land, tribal and political tradition and religious dogma as destructive and they have always  powered the decline of the human race.