I too love to steep myself in the minimalist soup that is solitude. Please respect my parameters and understand that I have designated this comment as a sanctum, a sacred inner sanctum if you will, where I may be free of the babble of endless, pointless words. To return to my soup analogy yet again, like a questing spoon in search of the crouton of psychic calm, I desire to keep my broth simple. Not pollute it with endless word-carrots. Twenty carrots. That my friends is a surfeit of the woody root! Carrot carrot carrot carrot carrot carrot carrot carrot carrot carrot carrot carrot carrot carrot carrot carrot carrot carrot carrot carrot being too many carrots, when one large but piquant carrot might surface, and in truth make a superior pottage!
In short, keep it simple. I beg you.