Benefic miracles

Martin Heidegger said that the main task of philosophy is to complicate things, to make them more difficult to understand. This allows you to wash off the shell of the usual perception from them. Thanks to the complication of things, they are perceived in a new way, and the surprise with which, as Aristotle believed, begins to know, begins to know.

You can complicate any thing - from a microbe to the universe. And then the starry sky instead of the usual decoration turns into an infinite space, where everything is in motion, and such a familiar part of our body as the intestines becomes a multi -millionaire zoo of all kinds of bacteria and archi.

Surprise changes its view of the world, thanks to it, new patterns are shown, and the usual items play new colors.

Any thing, thanks to a complication, can become infinitely interesting - even a chair, even a cat’s tail or even orange.

Unfortunately, the ability to open eyes to ordinary items is rare and, probably, it can be considered a special gift or talent.

They are quite possessed by the British ornithologist Tim Berched, the author of the book “The most perfect thing in the world”, which is dedicated to bird eggs and oologies, that is, their study.

The book complicates the perception of eggs and returns the forgotten surprise to the reader. “ My goal is to tell you what we know about eggs, and again filling with surprise it seems to be a everyday miracle of nature ,” the author writes.

The everyday miracle is infinitely complex and curious. The book has many answers, and most importantly, there are many questions that are unlikely to come to mind when you break the chicken egg into a pan.

How does an egg protect against malicious microbes and at the same time passes oxygen so that the embryo does not suffocate?

How is the shell hard to withstand the weight of the hen, and at the same time fragile so that the chick can hatch?

How is the egg painted?

Why in such colors?

How and why does the egg acquire its shape?

Why does the shell of Kaira’s eggs under a microscope look like a “guilin mountain ridge”, and in an extinct winged gagga, it looks like a “open courtyard, paved with flat slabs”?

Along the way, with scientific information, the book tells about collectors and “climbing” who mined eggs on high cliffs of Britain.

Some characters are worthy of Shakespeare's brush. For example, a billionaire Hughitt, who inherited a brewing empire and collected everything that came under his arm with excitement: eggs, cars, coins, stamps, guns. He eventually turned his estate into a giant and completely random museum in the world. It was a gathering for the sake of gathering. Many of the boxes with eggs bought from other collectors, Hughitt never once opened.

The author put in curious characters and information in three hundred pages. They, in fact, answer the main question that Berkhead asks: “ The study of bird eggs may seem to be blessed. Who needs them, really? "

By reading, the answer becomes obvious.

Anton Nelikhov