-- *Mar**The Language of Smells*
The language of nature is the language of smell messages as the music of air, creating the symphony of sounds of tunes. The music directly transforms into the pleasant emotions of rapture, where the Cartesian logic becomes adulteration. Nature draws one into the tunes, tunes which get breathed in, change into the hormonal flows that govern the activities of cells in the body. The emotional expression of every grass blade, plant, tree, bird, bee, animals…, all become the great symphony of compositions, which every organism inhales and as response exhales, its own contribution. And one’s own hormones, participate in the grand symphony, giving the real meaning of life, as the flow of feelings of rapture. One experiences the planet earth as one’s own physical body. Nature reveals as the emotional and also as the anatomical complement, converting one into a macro being. And every organism converses in this language. There the sentences have subjects that become the continuously changing compositions, and the predication flow has no full stop. Here definitions, scopes, systems, procedures…, become weird. But nature becomes the fountain of answers, and revelations strike as brilliant flashes into the mind. In fact one experiences the flow of answers, answers that propel immediate action. Today many live in the Trisanku residences-the apartments, separated from nature. The AC completes the punishment, by denying the natural air and blowing out into nature the hot and adulterated poisonous air. The whole music and song of life is lost and robbed. Every organism is made into an environmental refugee. The Real Estate monsters murder and murder and murder, whole forests. Economics which is rammed down the throats of the hapless kids is indifferent towards the ultimate end result, the poisoning of nature completely. Music and Song are the basic properties of nature. And we start denying our kids of this basic nature, with AC classrooms. When you go to a Temple, return with a resolve to plant a tree and let prayer be the tending to the tree. Bring back the music and song of nature and revive the language of smells, so that you can smell converse. YM -- You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "Thatha_Patty" group. To unsubscribe from this group and stop receiving emails from it, send an email to [email protected]. To view this discussion on the web visit https://groups.google.com/d/msgid/thatha_patty/CACDCHC%2BEWr3SiQ7xnmH3iY77re%3DND7VSQZwDWOXGHfaDRAbCuA%40mail.gmail.com.
