Can we think of a world without excesses...emotional, material or physical? Is Beauty not a creation of physical excess, is Art not a fallout of creative excess, is love not the prettiest manifestation of emotional excess? People desire a taut frame and magazines abound with tricks on shedding that flab. Centres are erected to prune curves. What a pity! Doesn't it render the world flat, flabless, unvarying, dull? Conceive of a world where people only execute and don't dream - as dreaming is a luxury, excessive, prohibitive pattern.