To our Dear Friend
Vintage Books & Anchor Books
And here’s another appearance of that other friend—Synchronicity—I was just thinking that I didn’t have all of Blake’s poetry, and perhaps I should check into a book store. Then, viola, this appeared on Facebook. A nod to the gods, eh?
When is there too much of something? Too many Flowers? Too much Music?
Posted on Facebook by Slice of Life
Too much Joy? Too much Love? Too much Peace?
Can there ever be enough of something? I don’t know, I guess so. Maybe of some things. William Blake said we don’t know what enough is until we’ve had too much. But is that really the same thing as too large an amount? Aldous Huxley said we can’t have Heaven without Hell. That we need comparisons, or more accurately we need contrasts. Rather like we would not know a thing intimately or would get used to and therefor tire of something repetitious. I really don’t know.
The thought of this makes some of us want to make a list, a chart, a diagram of things to check against the possibility of there ever being too much of it. But is that too much?