There is too much of everything:
A conglomeration of non-necessity!
I myself in searching for simplicity,
I lose any pleasure of things:
Too much of choice, with nothing to choose,
I shut down the world—myself I choose.
The more it is, the more it diminishes its value:
It absolutely seems to me unnecessary;
But an aesthetics of the soul; on the contrary,
Arouses the heart and it’s never devalued:
The human-spirit needs the summit of the mountain,
To pour delight from the Art’s fountain.
Too much of everything…
It is too tiring for my eyes to watch
Such explosions of expressions; and too much,
Perturbs my mind, which is in search for something;
And that—something—within yourself you find:
When you seek your soul, you are not blind!
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