In my previous post about meaning I wrote:
Maybe it is our doom as a humankind, this indomitable urge to keep looking for meaning everywhere. Instead of that, we should simply read Tarkovsky's words one hundred, one thousand, one million times and focus on experiencing things. Because even though things can be as deep as we want them to be, we need to realize that our lust for meaning is not everything that there is.
And today I come with another post about the excess and the over-complication we brought upon ourselves.
