The Man Who Knew Too Much

When is it enough. We study everything these days in every way imaginable. Another test, experiment, trend, tendency, study, commission, committee, theory, interpretation, examination, you name it we found a way to dissect it. Is there such a thing as too much perspective? How much information is helpful and how much is overkill and/or useless? Has our over analysation led to a lack of originality and spontaneity? Ever since we found a way to domesticate ourselves with the structure of society we have reduced the need to focus on the basic tenets of survival and have the luxury of considering the many sides of the human experience with each generation tightening the focus a little more. We used to just have one kind of doctor but now we have specialists that only know how to cure a problem with your foot but you must find someone else to care for the other important parts of the human anatomy. Defining who we are is hard enough let alone defining what we do for a living or our favorite genre of music. When describing some of the simplest concepts one can lose track of the thing itself by refining the definition until you sacrifice clarity of comprehension. Me, myself I am one of the worst offenders of over explanation and I find great joy in reiterating things in a more concise manner and also know I am verbose to the point of obfuscating the essence of what I am trying to communicate.