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*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

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