The zealot may be outwardly motivated by the anticipation of a great reward at the other end — wealth, fame, eternal salvation — but the real recompense is probably the obsession itself. This is no less true for the religious fanatic than for the fanatical pianist or fanatical mountain climber. As a result of his infatuation, existence overflows with purpose. Ambiguity vanishes from the fanatic’s worldview; a narcissistic sense of self-assurance displaces all doubt…This perspective narrows until the last remnants of proportion are shed from his life. Through immoderation, he experiences something akin to rapture.

someone suggest a new theme for me because this shit has obviously, mysteriously stopped working.