If you read too much, you will get lost in that distant world. Insight, intelligence, information; and Truth; and Meaning. Meaning, after all. Everything has a meaning behind it. Meaning jumps out from the bottomless void that splits the reality and the imagined, the valley that seperates two dimensional world from the three-dimensioned one, the deepth that pulls down those who open a book of literature. Meaning, after all; meanings are heavy, some of them too heavy to bear, too dangerous to be found out. Don't do it on your own. As a student of literature, I, tantalized by that rich fruit of meaning hanging above my head; I, tantalized by that sweet spring of wisdom floating beneath my feet; I, Tantalus, have a message from purgatory made of words and phrases: to be attracted by literature is very unfortunate, yet it is even worse when you know nobody could ever have felt what you have felt. 

In my conciousness, I have commited a crime. Eve, don't touch that fruit. You will lose your paradise.