TOO MUCH

It was said once about a Mozart work's composition that it had 'too much notes'...a not so silly opinion if one jogs from her/his ordinary 'point of view' into the infinite land of all these, either the points of view or the notes; One is never 'painted' all over with the 'too many opinions' flavour, for almost all of 'them'...the people that is...strive like in a search for their own mythical 'Graal', their Final Golden Truth, the one Opinion which drives them All; And most of us end up into the laps of a God, yours to choose from the plethora which floats above earth, condemned never to die, for the are assigned to never land down here into our unforgiving landscapes; We strive so much to 'make' those landscapes into a one of a Kind Dream that it drives us all into the forget me not lands, those where nobody but the self occupy space;

That is why we are all very busily cleaning up our neighbourhood.