Rage as passion

I remember when I was a child, an abused child in the 1960s, hearing about brutality, rage and even homicide against family members being called "crimes of passion." My father was so "passionate" that my older brother, to this day, describes his favorite memories of our father as being when dad was gone.

I think for some people rage becomes so twisted with passion that it becomes the same thing for them. Rage becomes passion. Rage becomes their orgasm. For people raised with that, it becomes normal. It becomes home.