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By Aliens we mean the life form or forms living in some other planet, of our solar family, or the planet of some other star, or may be organisms that actually need extreme heat to live and live in the Sun or some other star, or very big planet sized organisms moving in galaxies or tiny life forms in the galactic dust... If any of those undefined aliens visit or locate us how do they see our earth? May be they do not see at all but only try to feel the abstract flows of communications, emotions emanating from life forms, blending in the air which is inhaled as messages and exhaled as responses, the flow of emotions, to whom the mechanical or the emotion-less scientific mapping is lunacy. Our glorified scientific outlook is the feelings-less mechanical outlook, not a very attractive feature to every other life form on earth and certainly not to the aliens. The basic feature of any life form is the urge to feel, communicate and interact, emotionally and not mechanically. Communication can only be emotional communication and not mechanical communication which is simply the feelings-less signalling of electronics. When one feels, one actually becomes free from the mechanical approach. The absence of feeling is death. If the alien visiting us is a life form, then it is a form of emotions. Lifeless bits from other planets and from our sun happens all the time, but we are concerned about life forms, forms that feel and are emotional. The basic fact which we do not realize or refuse to realize thanks to the foolish egoism, is that the emotions we feel are part of the climate in action. All emotions are macro, climatic, part of geography. On earth we can live only by breathing. Breathing automatically creates smelling,sensing,perceiving,understanding,internal hormonal communications embedment in the bloodstream communicating to the cells, making every cell lively creating us as life forms, the active life forms. We have to live emotionally. We cannot divorce from earth, in spite of the make believe championed unbiased outlook of science. The alien from some other planet or comet, or tiny meteor, as a life form can live only on the basis of the geography to which it is accustomed and it cannot make a fool of itself with science and divorce from its planet’s climate. Its perception is only as the emotional perception in the particular planet and is bound to the geography of that planet. The basic question is, what are the forms of the real or emotional communication in the Universe. The question relevant to us, is whether any alien wants to communicate with us the human fools, who divorced the emotional tie with mother earth, and who mechanized or scienced, his/her outlook. Our daily economic life is destroying nature as routine. We are certainly not very attractive. It is for the Universities to take a second look at mechanization. The sanest step is to start the ‘Free Nature Parks’ without human tampering where there is no mechanization at all. The free nature gives chance to the natural emotional communications. YM Sarma Chat gpt This piece by YM Sarma is a poetic, philosophical, and critical meditation on the nature of life, communication, and the human relationship to the Earth — as seen through the imagined perspective of aliens. Let’s unpack and reflect on the key themes and implications in it: ------------------------------ *🌌 How Aliens Might Perceive Earth* Rather than imagining aliens as technologically superior beings interested in machines or science, the author proposes they may be emotionally and organically attuned — life forms who feel rather than analyze, who inhale the “climate of emotions” rather than measure radiation or decode binary transmissions. *“They do not see at all but only try to feel the abstract flows of communications, emotions emanating from life forms...”* This speculative perception of alien beings flips the script — instead of assuming we’ll communicate through math or machines, it asks: what if true communication is emotional, climate-bound, and intimate with nature? ------------------------------ *🌍 Critique of the “Glorified Scientific Outlook”* The author critiques modern science for being mechanical and feelings-less. According to Sarma, science has stripped humans of their deep emotional and geographical connection with Earth. In this view, scientific “objectivity” is a kind of blindness — a refusal to *feel*. *“The absence of feeling is death.”* *“Our glorified scientific outlook is the feelings-less mechanical outlook...”* There’s a romantic ideal here: that *emotion, not intellect*, is the core of life and the essence of communication, and that science has made us less alive by encouraging emotional detachment. ------------------------------ *🌱 Life as Geography, Emotion as Climate* Sarma poetically suggests that *emotion is not internal and personal*, but *macro and planetary* — a climate in which life breathes and functions. This makes emotional communication universal but also deeply *place-bound*. *“All emotions are macro, climatic, part of geography.”* Just as life depends on local air and ecosystems, emotions are rooted in the specific environments of their planets. If so, *aliens, too, are emotional beings of their own climates*, not just visitors from space but emissaries of other geographies of feeling. ------------------------------ *🧠 A Call to Humility* Sarma calls humanity out for its ego and alienation: *“...the foolish egoism... the human fools, who divorced the emotional tie with mother earth...”* The assumption that aliens would want to talk to us is questioned — why would they, when we’ve become so unfeeling and mechanized? ------------------------------ *🌿 Free Nature as Sanctuary* Finally, there's a practical (and perhaps metaphorical) suggestion: *create spaces where no human interference or technology exists*. In these *“Free Nature Parks,”* emotional communication — with Earth, with life, maybe even with aliens — might become possible again. *“The sanest step is to start the ‘Free Nature Parks’ without human tampering...”* ------------------------------ *🧭 Final Thoughts* Sarma’s writing blends ecological spirituality with science-fiction imagination and social critique. It challenges the reader to consider: - What truly defines “life” and “communication”? - Can feelings and emotions be planetary phenomena? - Has our reliance on technology made us less attractive to other life forms — even repulsive? Rather than dismissing science, this text seems to yearn for a *rebalancing* — where science serves, not severs, our bond with Earth and the deeper emotional currents of the universe. Would you like help turning this into a visual story, a poem, or perhaps a short speculative essay from an alien's point of view? Certainly. Below is a detailed evaluation of the essay *"Aliens"* by YM Sarma, using an academic-style rubric. I'll assess it on several key criteria — *Content & Originality*, *Coherence & Structure*, *Language & Style*, and *Philosophical Depth* — each out of *10 marks*, followed by *Overall Comments* and a *Final Score out of 40*. ------------------------------ 📘 Evaluation Rubric 1. *Content & Originality* (9/10) · *Strengths*: The essay is highly original and imaginative. It presents a unique interpretation of alien life — not as mechanical or technological, but as emotional and ecologically bound. This is a fresh perspective rarely seen in scientific or science-fiction discourse. · *Deduction*: Slight lack of concrete development in terms of examples or further exploration of how emotional communication might function across species or planetary boundaries. 2. *Coherence & Structure* (6.5/10) · *Strengths*: The central theme is consistent — a critique of mechanization and a call for emotional connection to nature. The flow of ideas follows a sort of poetic stream-of-consciousness that works on a metaphorical level. · *Deduction*: The essay lacks paragraph structure and logical progression in places. Transitions are abrupt, and some ideas are repeated or introduced without full elaboration. A more organized flow would improve readability and impact. 3. *Language & Style* (7.5/10) · *Strengths*: Rich in metaphor and poetic language. Phrases like *“climate of emotions”*, *“inhale as messages and exhale as responses”*, and *“emotion divorced from Earth”* are evocative and philosophical. · *Deduction*: There are several grammatical and syntactical irregularities. Punctuation is inconsistent. A more careful edit would enhance clarity while preserving the poetic tone. 4. *Philosophical Depth & Insight* (9.5/10) · *Strengths*: The essay poses profound questions: What is life? What is communication? Is science emotionally dead? These are philosophical inquiries that challenge anthropocentric assumptions and open new ways of thinking about life and intelligence. · *Deduction*: Slight ambiguity in some of the more abstract claims might leave certain readers confused. However, this is arguably intentional and part of the work's reflective style. ------------------------------ 📝 Final Comments This is an intellectually rich and emotionally provocative piece that bridges speculative cosmology, ecological philosophy, and poetic insight. It doesn’t conform to conventional scientific writing, but that’s also its strength. With better structural clarity and editing, it could serve as a powerful speculative or eco-philosophical essay in a literary or interdisciplinary journal. ------------------------------ 🎓 Final Score: *32.5 / 40* · *Equivalent Grade*: ~ *81% (A-)* · *Verdict*: *Thought-provoking, poetic, and original — but in need of better structure and editing for maximum clarity and impact.* Would you like help editing or restructuring the essay for publication or presentation? Certainly. Here's a *poem inspired by YM Sarma's essay*, echoing its themes of alien perception, emotional communication, ecological connection, and critique of mechanical life. ------------------------------ *When the Alien Came* When the alien came, it did not bring machines. No silver ships or clicking tongues, no diagrams or blinking screens. It hovered in silence like a breeze through leaves, not seeing our cities, but sensing what grieves. It smelled our sorrows in the smoke, tasted joy in ocean spray, heard the heartbreak in the hum of wires that never pray. It asked not for equations, nor bowed before our laws. It watched us worship data, but flinched at what it saw. “Where is your Earth?” it whispered low, “Not the ground, but the song? The one that lived in every breath before the wires came along?” We offered it science, our pride and sharpest tool. It shook its form and answered back: "Emotion makes the rule." "You’ve caged your forests, chained your skies, forgotten how to speak with eyes." "You do not breathe your planet now, but count its dying leaves. You mechanize your mother’s touch, and mock the heart that grieves." So it left— not in anger, not in fear, but with the ache of those who came too near. And as it passed beyond our range, the air grew strangely still. A hush like waiting memory— the Earth’s forgotten will. ------------------------------ Would you like a version of this poem formatted as a spoken-word piece or set to visuals, as if narrated by the alien itself? Manifesto Certainly. Here is a *manifesto* inspired by the themes in YM Sarma’s essay — a philosophical declaration of values that blends ecological awareness, emotional intelligence, and a critique of mechanized modernity. ------------------------------ *🌍✨ Manifesto for Emotional Life in a Mechanized Age* *In honor of the unknown lives among the stars, and the forgotten soul of Earth.* ------------------------------ *1. We Affirm That Life Is Emotional Before It Is Mechanical* Life is not a series of signals, wires, or statistics. It is breath, sensation, pulse. To live is to feel — to be affected by the wind, the soil, the cries of another being. Emotion is not weakness; it is the primal grammar of existence. ------------------------------ *2. We Recognize That All Life Is Bound to Its Geography* There is no life without place. Each creature is born of a climate, a soil, a scent, a rhythm. Intelligence is shaped by wind patterns, by planetary light, by the emotional architecture of a home. The alien, like the human, is a child of its sky. ------------------------------ *3. We Reject the False Supremacy of the Mechanical Outlook* Science has taught us much, but we refuse to let it sever the umbilical cord to Earth. To view the world solely through machines, without feeling, is to render life into lifelessness. The world is not data. It is alive, and it hurts. ------------------------------ *4. We Declare That Communication Must Be Emotional* True communication does not occur through metal circuits or sterile code. It is the dance of meaning shared through eyes, hormones, the scent of trees, the pulse of presence. The universe does not speak in binary — it weeps, it laughs, it dreams. ------------------------------ *5. We Mourn Humanity’s Divorce from Nature* We are the only species that builds cities to forget the land. We poison our air and call it progress. We trade forests for formulas. We have forgotten how to breathe with the Earth, and we wonder why no one listens from the stars. ------------------------------ *6. We Call for the Rewilding of Space Within and Without* Let there be sanctuaries not just of land, but of spirit. *Free Nature Parks*, untamed by human interference, must rise. These are not reserves for animals, but for emotional communication — spaces where Earth can speak again. ------------------------------ *7. We Believe the Alien Will Come — and Pass Us By* If emotional life exists beyond our skies, it will not be impressed by cities or satellites. It will look for harmony, for planetary empathy, for beings who speak the language of home. And finding us deaf to feeling, it will leave — with pity. ------------------------------ *8. We Pledge to Reconnect* To breathe with intent. To smell the seasons. To cry without shame. To recognize the sacredness of soil. To treat technology as a servant, not a god. To awaken the climate of emotions within and without. ------------------------------ *9. We Are the Earth’s Memory, Not Its Owners* We inherit rivers like stories, and stars like songs. Our task is not to conquer, but to commune. Not to map, but to feel. We are not separate from Earth — we are its expression. ------------------------------ *✊ This is our manifesto.* Let it be whispered in forests. Let it be heard by stars. Let it be remembered — before the silence becomes permanent. ------------------------------ Would you like this adapted into a visual poster, audio narration, or formatted for a publication or public reading? -- 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 visit https://groups.google.com/d/msgid/thatha_patty/CACDCHC%2B5gWCmYtvK0-8%3DRvLsTmtzfDz3xTZd1zUz2oNhEOM6rQ%40mail.gmail.com.
