Our finite existence denotes naught in the realm of infinite and the same existence become meaningful in its finite territory. We are the sum of two inbuilt features. Finite is the integral part of daunting infinite, while infinite is the additions of myriad finite. Our perception of reality reflects the correlation and integration of both inbuilt features. We can recognize our existence as finite with lucidity. Finite is cognizable, where we can see and interpret our existential validity unto the end. However, infinite is the reverse reality of finite, a presumable unseen. We imagine it but cannot scan our validity or fate in that grand narrative of infinity.
Finite is the recognition of existence, while infinite is the cognizance of yonder existence. Infinite is the permanent soul of finite, in where our transient existence leans for a new restoration. We are sentient about the restoration but incapable to recognize the restoration in that state. Infinite is the process of alienation to finite. Existence alienated from its familiar surface where it used to live so long. Our solo existence then crossed the finite borderline to becoming an unrecognizable stranger. This is the terror of existence, because we are frail to recognize our validity in such unknown reality.
… On the other hand, we are the only alone in a finite space despite our reasoning that other existence is must certain afar our visual and logical limit. Question is what “other existence” thinks about us if they really existed outside our seeing and knowing.
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Finite is familiar and we used to celebrate our life in that space, but now we have confronted myriad possibilities in an unknown space. Nobody knows when a finite space (and with its lively objects) will vanish for forever in the infinite unknown terror. None can able to guess the alarming bell, it can be appeared as final tick for anything that we called finite, to be end and to be alienated for eternal renovation. Existence is the epithet of unstable restless renovation.
Our valued existence is alien, because it cannot stay in one state. This body-machine lived a life throughout by cell division. Division needed to play the actor’s rule in the stage of life; it needed to reach the matured stage that we called aging of life. Aging terrified the actor to death. Rate of cell division slowed down there and finally called death for next rituals. Aging is scary in context of actor’s affinity with finite; on the opposite, it is not negative in extent of pretzel infinite. It takes away the actor for eternal transmutation. Actor’s familiar identity with finite then erased in vain and he gets a new state in the unknown realm of infinite. He is a pretzel alien then, includes all possibility to become anything or swimming as nothing in the dark stream of infinity. That mean existence is always an alien or extraterrestrial due to the contraction and expansion of infinite.
Maybe our finite earth is the space where life belongs some moments as transient; maybe myriad transmutation of life stayed little in myriad finite spaces to embrace next transmutation; and maybe entire game happened in the horrific dark motion of infinite. In that sense, existence is none but an extraterrestrial alien. We are alien to each other in the finite earth; commence here as alien against our self-will, lived here as alien against any self-desire, died as alien against our wishes to live here forever, and transmuted in different space as alien against any self-consent from us.
We owned naught and controlled none; none the life and be the death; we are not an owner of our own life and death. Our existence owned nothing, even the decade and transformation of life is not in our hand. Choice is vain here; because it ruled by some dark hidden forces; and we are incapable to see the dark or called it by name. We are just extraterrestrial aliens in context of life evolving infinite. Rick Yancey probably not said wrong in his novel that:
“You know how sometimes you tell yourself that you have a choice, but really you don’t have a choice. Just because there are alternatives doesn’t mean they apply to you.” [The 5th wave]
Knowing the reason of “existence” is fearsome; and apparently terrible when we utilized our curiosity-driven mind knowing other “existence”, whom we imagined having “life” alike us, and we are doing this without any solid evidence. Our thinking and imagination about the existence of extraterrestrial aliens in other finite space, is always carried the feature of life we have experienced in earthly space. Imagination of extraterrestrial being is done here according to the life-evolving facts which we treated rational for our own existence in earth. However, life can be evolved in different form in any finite space which we till now not able to imagine.
… He is a pretzel alien then, includes all possibility to become anything or swimming as nothing in the dark stream of infinity. That mean existence is always an alien or extraterrestrial due to the contraction and expansion of infinite.
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Yonder form can supersede the basic laws of nature, can stayed far belong to the reasoning of extraterrestrial existence. We think self-made reasoning of human is the universal condition to create life in anywhere of the infinite. Our approach is perhaps wrong and needed rectification. What we can do is presumption. Yes, we can only presume the possibility that strange beings are living in myriad finite spaces amid the immense infinite.
Imagination of extraterrestrial life is a reality that probably existed outside our knowing of reality. Existence of that life maybe stayed beyond over the reasoning that we developed here to know something about extraterrestrial life. Definition of such type existence thrown us in a dual reality; it helped us to realize that we are not alone because of the opaque infinite, in where life can exist in any form ahead of any imagination. On other hand, we are the only alone in a finite space despite our reasoning that other existence is must certain afar our visual and logical limit. Question is what “other existence” thinks about us if they really existed outside our seeing and knowing.
Problem of extraterrestrial presumption is, hitherto it assumed and interpreted among us, in where we are not sure about the reverse. The unseen existences can be more advance than human, and if it is, then why they still kept silence to make any contact with human being? They could make contact with us, could invade or exchange their knowledge to us, if they really existed in anywhere of the infinite. Why the intelligent beings are yet unable to travel human planet? They could travel here for war, for love and for many other reasons. Anyway, yonder incident not happened still in anywhere of human planet. We consider the light year distance as an obstruction for the extraterrestrials. They perhaps stayed such a long distance that till now unable to find us, and inept to travel on earth crossing the light year barrier. Our reasoning is inferable here. We truly don’t know why the extraterrestrial aliens are incapable to meet with us.
… We are alien to each other in the finite earth; commence here as alien against our self-will, lived here as alien against any self-desire, died as alien against our wishes to live here forever, and transmuted in different space as alien against any self-consent from us.
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Is if the extraterrestrial existent are less advance and primordial than human, then it is our duty to locate their locus (because we are advance). In that case, we are responsible to fix our rules to them. We can appear there as invader or appear to share knowledge; can meet them with good intention or defeated them for domination. Problem is that, human beings are not staying in such advance stage where time travel to infinite space can convert the long light year distance in minute moment.
Imagine the infinite realm of alien-existence is terrific. We consider unknown realm according to the perception of nature’s laws we have achieved in earth. It is the only plausible precondition for us to think about the creation of life in any finite space. Our perception about precondition of life is maybe true and maybe not. Truth depended here on the condition that, we have to meet extraterrestrial aliens first, before take any final decision about the universal precondition of life.
It is terrific to live with such condition that is dialectical by imagination and reasoning. We cannot deny that we are finite and cannot ignore the truth of infinite. This finite space is our life-bed and deathbed too. We are born here to live and celebrate the life. Death comes here and drives us to the unknown for next transformation. We are dreamer, like to live an eternal life in this finite space if possible; in where we shall be the king of all creatures, even the unknown terrestrial will be bound to carry our commandments there.
… Infinite is the process of alienation to finite. Existence alienated from its familiar surface where it used to live so long. Our solo existence then crossed the finite borderline to becoming an unrecognizable stranger… None can able to guess the alarming bell, it can be appeared as final tick for anything that we called finite, to be end and to be alienated for eternal renovation…
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Our imagination of extraterrestrials rarely expressed friendly attitude. We imagined the alien-existence bit quizzical and eccentric, treated them as enemy of us, and tried to defeat them at any cost to save our planet. Funny thing is that we depict extraterrestrial existence according our desire to see them intelligent, benign or hostile to us. However, we are not sure about their existence; simply doesn’t know how they (if really existed in anywhere of the infinite) looked like and what is thinking about us. We still not sure, least they are curious to engage them for a longtime war and friendship with us.
However, when real fact is absent to hold the real then imagination appeared as a strong fact to provide some ideas about the real. Existence of finite is real, as real the unknown infinite. Our perception about finite and infinite is not illusory too; but a midriff between the perceptions always existed there. We are not clear about the repetitive honk of life under the dramatic alliances of creation and destruction delirium. Our mind is traveling still to debunk the after-death event of this planetary life. We human being believed on extraterrestrial existence due to the infallible presence of unseen infinite and know nothing about the real organic shape of yonder existences; even though we are eager to imagine the aliens in light of our limited perception about nature’s laws and so on.
Imagination is useful in absence of real alternative. Our views to the infinite has no alternative now, sans to imagine the story of life in a broader aspect, in where human as well the part of myriad unseen uneven imaginable existence. We are all once combined in an infinite dense and later scattered to create alien-existence in hither and thither.
… Finite is the integral part of daunting infinite, while infinite is the additions of myriad finite… We cannot deny that we are finite and cannot ignore the truth of infinite. This finite space is our life-bed and deathbed too. We are born here to live and celebrate the life. Death comes here and drives us to the unknown for next transformation… We are not clear about the repetitive honk of life under the dramatic alliances of creation and destruction delirium.
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The whole scenario is poetic in that sense. We the living being is perhaps “a poem”, the finite token of grand infinite; live here for assimilation; we assimilated by one edging corner of infinite, then pull out our face from other corner to accept the next assimilation. Life can be imaginable and be possible at any extent of absurdity if we consider the absurd philosophical context as a fact here.
Dear readers, I believe any talks about existence, various comments about extraterrestrial aliens could consider as “to be”. Alien is a poem of existential validity, yet written by human in a finite space, surrounded by the foggy realm of infinite expansion. Anything is probable there to think about the alien-existence, as Neil Gaiman and lot other like to expose their vision about this. Neil talked with the stranger as fictional tone, where his conversation fragmented by rhetoric:
“You’re a poem?’ I repeated.
She chewed her lower lip. ‘If you want. I am a poem, or I am a pattern, or a race of people whose world was swallowed by the sea.’
‘Isn’t it hard to be three things at the same time?’
‘What’s your name?’
‘So you are Enn,’ she said. ‘And you are a male. And you are a biped. Is it hard to be three things at the same time?” [Fragile Things: Short Fictions and Wonders]
Yeah, existence is rhetoric of all possibilities; it could be exists in any pattern and without any communication to other different existence. This feeling could appear terrible to many and the reverse be appeared true there. Quotes about extraterrestrial alien-existence reflected both side of human mind, where I like follows both, seeing me stands in the midriff of both finite and infinite.
Quotes about Alien Existence
“Our sun is one of 100 billion stars in our galaxy. Our galaxy is one of billions of galaxies populating the universe. It would be the height of presumption to think that we are the only living things in that enormous immensity.” —Wernher von Braun
“Two possibilities exist: Either we are alone in the Universe or we are not. Both are equally terrifying.” —Arthur C. Clarke
“They stared at each other, man and alien, or more correctly alien and alien—for this is what they were to each other. Alien meaning different, alien meaning unknown.” —Harry Harrison
“We meet aliens every day who have something to give us. They come in the form of people with different opinions.” —William Shatner
“I don’t believe in any of Earth’s monotheistic religions, but I do believe that one can construct an intriguing scientific definition of God, once you accept the fact that there are approximately 100 billion stars in our galaxy alone, that each star is a life-giving sun and that there are approximately 100 billion galaxies in just the visible universe. Given a planet in a stable orbit, not too hot and not too cold, and given a few billion years of chance chemical reactions created by the interaction of a sun’s energy on the planet’s chemicals, it’s fairly certain that life in one form or another will eventually emerge. It’s reasonable to assume that there must be, in fact, countless billions of such planets where biological life has arisen, and the odds of some proportion of such life developing intelligence are high.
Now, the sun is by no means an old star, and its planets are mere children in cosmic age, so it seems likely that there are billions of planets in the universe not only where intelligent life is on a lower scale than man but other billions where it is approximately equal and others still where it is hundreds of thousands of millions of years in advance of us. When you think of the giant technological strides that man has made in a few millennia — less than a microsecond in the chronology of the universe — can you imagine the evolutionary development that much older life forms have taken? They may have progressed from biological species, which are fragile shells for the mind at best, into immortal machine entities — and then, over innumerable eons, they could emerge from the chrysalis of matter transformed into beings of pure energy and spirit. Their potentialities would be limitless and their intelligence ungraspable by humans.
Why would a vastly superior race bother to harm or destroy us? If an intelligent ant suddenly traced a message in the sand at my feet reading, “I am sentient, ; let’s talk things over,” I doubt very much that I would rush to grind him under my heel. Even if they weren’t super intelligent, though, but merely more advanced than mankind, I would tend to lean more toward benevolence, or at least indifference, theory. Since it’s most unlikely that we would be visited from within our own solar system, any society capable of transversing light-years of space would have to have an extremely high degree of control over matter and energy. Therefore, what possible motivation for hostility would they have? To steal our gold or oil or coal? It’s hard to think of any nasty intention that would justify the long and arduous journey from another star.” —Stanley Kubrick
“National boundaries are not evident when we view the Earth from space. Fanatical ethnic or religious or national chauvinisms are a little difficult to maintain when we see our planet as a fragile blue crescent fading to become an inconspicuous point of light against the bastion and citadel of the stars.” ―Carl Sagan, Cosmos
“By now you must have guessed: I come from another planet. But I will never say to you, Take me to your leaders. Even I — unused to your ways though I am — would never make that mistake. We ourselves have such beings among us, made of cogs, pieces of paper, small disks of shiny metal, scraps of coloured cloth. I do not need to encounter more of them.
Instead I will say, Take me to your trees. Take me to your breakfasts, your sunsets, your bad dreams, your shoes, your nouns. Take me to your fingers; take me to your deaths.
These are worth it. These are what I have come for.” ―Margaret Atwood, Good Bones and Simple Murders
“I believe we are the only sentient beings in the universe, and I believe that 500 years from now, we will still be the only sentient beings around. ” ―Joss Whedon
“The simplest truth about man is that he is a very strange being; almost in the sense of being a stranger on the earth. In all sobriety, he has much more of the external appearance of one bringing alien habits from another land than of a mere growth of this one.
He cannot sleep in his own skin; he cannot trust his own instincts. He is at once a creator moving miraculous hands and fingers and a kind of cripple. He is wrapped in artificial bandages called clothes; he is propped on artificial crutches called furniture. His mind has the same doubtful liberties and the same wild limitations. Alone among the animals, he is shaken with the beautiful madness called laughter; as if he had caught sight of some secret in the very shape of the universe hidden from the universe itself. Alone among the animals he feels the need of averting his thought from the root realities of his own bodily being; of hiding them as in the presence of some higher possibility which creates the mystery of shame.” ―G.K. Chesterton, The Everlasting Man
“I don’t believe that aliens exist, but I do believe that any new facts can strengthen foundation of my belief.” ―Toba Beta, Master of Stupidity
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… We truly don’t know why the extraterrestrial aliens are incapable to meet with us…