I have been thinking a lot about the double-edged blade of anger and rage. Anger seems to be the sharp edge of a blade, and rage is the heft that will drive the blade deep. Punk definitely gets the aggressive charge that makes it what it is from anger. The urgency of anger is brought to the surface. When done right, it seems like a pot about to boil over. It's not a bowl of ice cream. It's not nice. It's nasty.

For some of us, anger will always be there. It can be a caustic emotion, causing you to burn out, wither and fade. It can cause you to go over the edge if you do not have an outlet, and I cite Columbine and Virginia Tech as prime examples. However, anger seems to have a productive quality to it. I see it like fire, capable of overtaking it's environment and burning down your house, and I see it as necessary to get through the day. Try living without fire, without heat, frosting over in the shallow tundra of apathy. Anger is the fire that I fuel to keep me going, channeling it's power into socially productive means.

No surprise that I'm a big Henry Rollins fan. I do not necessarily approve of all of his career choices (*cough*), but I find that on the whole, I find that he has very interesting and worthwhile things to say.

Love or hate him, I think this is the core of character of Henry Rollins, and I couldn't possibly agree more: