Intensity

I've been thinking a lot about intensity recently. Partly I wonder how much a lot of our behaviour comes out of a desire for intensity of experience. For those of who lead such sheltered lives, it seems like relationships can be some of the the only really properly intense things that happen to us. Whereas others live intensity day in and out - and it seems to be them that write great poetry and stories and so on. I'm thinking of the war poets, or the Zabbaleen who write poetry to process their lives, or the street graffiti on the downtown East Side of Vancouver. I realise its a gross generalisation, but I think there's something to it. And I think a lot of what we do is chasing after some sort of intensity. 

Anyway, there's not a huge amount to that thought - there seemed to be more when I was talking about it last night. But I have a question to think about - does time really heal all things, or just it just make them fade away? Does it just kill the intensity?