How much is “too much”?

“Too much food”, “too much talking”, “too much time”, “too much money”…

I wonder, how much is “too much”, and where is the limit that separates “just a little too much” and “if it was only a bit more”. In our lives, we often face these quantities and tell the “too much” phrases, but what actually makes us say them? How do we choose? And is it possible that someone else will understand what a person saying “too much” actually means?

I want to discuss an imaginary situation. Let’s say we happen to be in a market.  A man, called John, is trying to buy a chair for his lovely home.  He asks a marketer: “is 10 Euro enough”. If the marketer is not greedy and a price is close to the cost of making and transporting the chair, he’ll most probably say “yes, it is enough”. Otherwise, he could say either “too little” or “too much”. In this example, it is easy for marketer to answer, because he has the needed information for it.

Moreover, if John does not understand the answer, it is reasonable for him to ask a question: “Why?”, and the marketer could easily answer.

However, in this situation the subject that is being valued is very well known, so it should be relatively easy compared to a situation where the subject is unknown.

If we consider talking – how can we draw a line between too much and too little? It is obvious when only a few words are said or if it never ends, but the question is what happens near the center. There are many criteria to consider – the topic, the speed of talking, the person that is talking and so on. Who can you compare to- yourself, your friends, famous politicians?…

Also,  think about any other “subject” or “thing” that is not very well known or even “unknown” to you. Is it not misleading to say “too little” or “too much” to your friend or colleague, who might know just as little and be trusting on your opinion?

I think that the basis for saying “how much is “too much”” should be the facts that you really know. If you can not answer “Why?”, unlike the marketer, who can, why, then, say “too much?” and confuse yourself and everybody else?

Or, maybe, it could be benefitial to think “too much, because” in your head before actually opening your mouth?

When did you first meet a foreigner?

If today I heard a question “When did you meet a foreigner?”, it would be easy to answer. I had  a foreigner staying at my home last week, I talked to a foreigner over the internet yesterday, I heard foreigner speak in a street today…

In our countries there are many many foreigners these days (maybe over 1/5 in Lithuania are not of Lithuanian ethnicity), tourists fly in and out every day with cheap Ryanair or ride in simply with “Simple Express” buses. However, even though we often meet foreigners and are used to it, there are many questions to answer – where does it start? How one can meet a foreigner for a first time? What effect does it have? Is “first” foreigner any more significant than any other?

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Leaving your mark in history

I was walking in the rooms of a Geology museum when I started to think what does leaving your mark in history mean this day, and what did it mean for creatures living millions of years ago.

Today, in my opinion, humanity in general thinks of leaving their mark as having children, writing a book, doing a memorable thing which would get into history books, planting a tree that would outlive them, building a house..(else??). Continue reading “Leaving your mark in history”

A dreamer

A little boy cries out for his mother or father after a scary dream. What is it that he dreamt? Was it a dragon, a witch, or was he running, but not getting anywhere, or drowning, but not fully?
He’s given a cold glass of water, and after that everything’s alright. The boy forgets the tension, the scare, the dream, and sleeps again.
Until, again,  the boy is waken from his sleep – but it’s not his who’s fault it is.
His little sister, Ann, cries out this time around. What is the problem? Who’s hurt? Who dares disturb me on such late an hour? The thoughts run through boy’s mind.
It is a dream, a dream that makes him wonder. It makes him wonder, why does he wake at 2 o’clock, at 4 o’clock, but not half past 2, not half past 4. It is the reason, too.
When the boy brushes his teeth, makes all the necessary preparations, and goes to sleep, it seems just like an ordinary ritual, that everybody does. Yet it is different, entirely different, because, when sleeping, boy lives in his own world. Not in someone’s else, but in his. It is a world that he creates.
How can the boy understand, then, the cry of his little sister, Ann, when she cries out of hers, entirely different, sleeping world. What’s the connection?
The girl is given cold glass of water, too, but little that’s in common. Oh, did she dream of scary monster, or speedy racer, it was not the same. Even, if Ann dreamt running, but not getting anywhere, it was not as little boys, because it is entirely different world, her own creation.
How then can mother, or father understand, what happens inside their children mind’s? What if they have forgotten the sleep themselves, not dreamt for years? Should they even say: drink this glass, and never dream that ugly dream again, if it’s that dream.. a dream that makes them special?
A dream, that makes us dreamers, all of us. Like little boys, or girls, or boys that was, or girls that was. No matter, is it scary, or lovely, or exploitative, we can enjoy it. A dreamers’ nation.

Who needs a break ?

 “I don’t know how I got here. Maybe it’s because of the overdose! A green, empty field…I don’t know where I am, I don’t know who I am. Can I break away from myself?”

“I only have to finish this paper…and to give that phone call. Oh, and I should also send an email…It’s time out for me! I want to break out! “

“Seconds are passing without any meaning…In my room, self-isolated, I am free to do nothing. My parents are desperate. I can’t remember the last time I talked to them. Is this what they call a breakdown? ”

“Today’s operation ended well. We still need funds for renovating the hospital. I just can’t let the employees unwatched. I sometimes wonder if the patients` sufferance still touches me. Why not break free?”

 “We haven’t seen each other for three years. She is my sister and I thought I hate her. Now I am always with other friends, never alone. Never myself. How could I break off from this feeling ?”

“I run all the time, I am training hours and hours. My body keeps going, but my soul says “no” to every step I make. I am tired inside; I don’t feel I exist anymore…I can’t break through anymore.”

“I can’t talk to my son. There is a precipice between us. I wouldn’t even know what to tell him. It’s strange that I can’t remember anything from my childhood. He just told me : “Give me a break!”

“We have profit. We have eliminated the concurrence .We are in top. I succeeded in defeating all my rivals, am I happy now? As a human I lost, so this is a break even  point.”

“I am sad, I am captive. The one I trusted disappointed me. I don’t love him anymore, I am afraid of him. I almost forgot how it’s like to be free to smile. I need to break the silence.”

The teacher, in the classroom, launches a question knitting his brows” “A break? Why do you want a break? Explain me in a few lines, all of you, why do you need a break!”

 The employee runs without looking behind: “The sea, the waves, they both come with me! I left behind all the fears, all the obligations! I am free! ”

The athlete writes slowly: “The wind whispered me to fly far, far away. But far away from me, it’s not myself. I am in these lines, here, here is my soul!”

The drug-addicted opens his eyes: “What a beautiful flower!  I slept so much! There’s so much life around me! I want to remain sober, to see all the flowers from the world blooming!”

The medicine woman closes her eyes:”I am going deep in my dream…I see myself, I am a child again. I am trying to cure my doll from a cold; I am giving her strawberry syrup with a little spoon.”

The business man cries: “I am sad, I want to feel, understand and regret again! No, I don’t want to be on  top. All I want is to bring joy in someone’s life!”

The teenager paints: “I laugh, together with the avalanches of bright colors from my painting! I am talking with the shades, I am whispering secrets to the shapes, I am hiding myself in lines and points! I will let them know the meaning of my drawing”.

The young woman leaves: “No, I will never come back. I don’t know where I am going today, but for sure not home. I breathe, I live only for myself! I stopped destroying myself! “

The brother comes back:  “I will return to her, to my sister, my true friend. I don’t want to pretend anymore I am someone else, to lie every moment … Only now I stepped on the right path”.

The father is playing: “Catch it! Yes! And…pass it to me! No, don’t throw the ball like this! They don’t teach you at school nothing useful, do they?”

The teacher stopped near the desk of a student .He takes the paper and he reads: “We want a break…to live. A break…to be free to chose.”








Thoughts on physics / utopias

It is well known that we can’t ever reach absolute zero. It is well known that if we have an isotherm process (temperature does not change) and we want to heat an object by one degree, we have to use infinitely many energy, yet we still fail.

Then, what happens if we go beyond zero, beyond the unimaginable?

Maybe, if we had -3 below absolute zero, the “clock” would start ticking backwards, or, if some force was stopping you, you would still be accelerating?

Maybe heat would pass easily from a stone-cold object to red-hot, not the other way? Maybe humans would live from knowing everything to knowing nothing in the end? But don’t they already? Who says that the more we know, the more we don’t know?

How do you Imagine -273 below absolute zero?

Catching A Big Fish

A question for a discussion.

Is it morally wrong to catch a fish?

They all differ. Big fish, small fish, young fish, old fish, rare fish, over-populated fish.  There are fish-catching competitions, fish-breeding reservoirs. Yet all that happen when one catches a fish is always the same  – it dies. Or gets to an aquarium or a plastic bag, and dies later. Millions of people in the world  survive by mainly eating fish. Is it justifiable? Or should they search for another food source, try eating some leaves for a change?

I do not support fishing, because it’s cruel, does injustice to these species and completely ignores their right to live a happy life.

What about hunting?

Hunting is not much different from fishing, except that more species of animals are killed.

In the past,humanity needed to hunt in order to survive in its fight for evolution. Nowadays, we can grow domestic animals only for meat.

Yet, some people see fishing /hunting as sport/hobby/past-time.Is this moral?

What about those isolated , poor, remote communities in different corners of the world that survive only by fishing (or hunting)? Could we force them to become vegetarian and/or starve?…

Which would be the best solution to avoid animal suffering?


Yes, we can talk about about morality of hunting animals in the same way as fishing.  I think that human species have evolved in such a way that they can choose whether or not to hunt/kill. I feel that it is a moral wrong to hunt/kill without considering the alternative, as most people do.

Poor communities: it’s up to us to figure out that we always produce more food than we can eat ourselves (share?). If the only way for them to survive is by hunting, I think there shouldn’t be many choices animal-wise – they ought to hunt to survive too. Or there’s opportunities not seen? Edible sea-mud?..

For ending animal suffering, the best way probably would be to have no meat-eating animals – and besides those herbivores naturally found in nature is human- and he, so far, opts for a more challenging solution – flesh.

There was also a very interesting speech by Peter Singer that I have recently seen: Why we need a beef tax.

What does it take to gain Independence?

It’s a question for a discussion.

We had a celebration of our Independence Day a few days ago, I gathered some ideas from the occasion:

  • It takes multiple attempts;
  • It costs lives;
  • Costs time;
  • If it’s forgotten, one might need Independence of Independence(or it can be for nothing in the first place);
  • Everyone must agree(but they never do…);
  • New small communities form/loss of touch;

What else? Any arguments?(sorry, I have no proof of my own:)) What could substitute Independence?

What is poetry? Kas yra poezija?

Firstly, this post is a question. It is not and never was clear to me what the poetry is. Yet I and everyone else face it from their days we were little(nuo dienų, kai buvome maži). Was it a birthday song, a few melodic lines learnt in the nursery, a happy Valentine,  some structured creativity in you secret diary or what you had to learn by heart in school.

But these are only examples of poetry. It’s not very easy to deduce from those what poetry is. The same way it would be difficult to say how a camera takes pictures, while not knowing what the mechanism was.

So what really is poetry?

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