What it is about too much? We seem to value the two extremes, the one and only thing, and the way too much of something. We love and fear them, afraid to lose the single thing, afraid to lose the bounty. And afraid to be buried under it. I was reading today about a woman who recently died, and left behind 3000 stuffed bears for her husband to give away. Yet who hasn't, at some point, wanted to roll around in a big pile of way too much? Who hasn't seen a multitude of something and hasn't, at least, stopped and thought, ohhhh.