I had the strangest little dream! I went over some mountains toward the sea, and it was like paradise, like going into another world, and I came back to tell you how wonderful it was.
The thing that made it so wonderful was that there wasn’t too much of anything. It was just that simple. In that country it was impossible to do too much of anything. You couldn’t eat too much, you couldn’t drink too much, you couldn’t work too much, you couldn’t sleep too much, and you couldn’t go too far.
You just couldn’t do too much of anything, and that seemed to solve all the problems. Nobody wanted too much, so nobody had too much and so nobody fought to get too much. There weren’t any fights or wars, because nobody wanted too much or more than the other fellow.
There was peace and plenty and safety and happiness, but not too much—just enough for everybody. Everybody had enough to eat and drink and enough to wear, but not too much.
Everybody had the truth, and the truth was that nobody had too much or was too much of anything. That seemed to solve everybody’s problems. I came back all excited to tell everyone about how I’d found a land where everybody’s problems were solved by not having too much of anything.
Everything was solved by not too much, so I guess you’d call it the “Land of Not Too Much,” where everybody was content with not too much. Nobody was too good or too bad or too proud or too mean or too much of anything. You couldn’t do or be too much of anything. It was just impossible. Isn’t that funny? I guess I’d better stop before I tell you too much about the Land of Not Too Much.