GUY MURCHIE

In THE SEVEN MYSTERIES OF LIFE' by GUY MURCHIE explains very  nicely, scientifically and philosophically the wisdom as experienced by enlightened souls.

I would equate this book with any great scripture of the world but a scripture for the educated people, for the intellectually advanced souls and the scientifically probing minds.

It is a very essential book for anyone who is interested in understanding and learning about life in its totality without any prejudice or conditioning either religious or social or cultural or ideological, but based on pure facts as they are. 

Any education or academic qualification with a reading of this book would enhance the understanding of the subject better through the very broad approaches it makes in to any area of life.

It is so unique that it beats many encyclopedias in information; it surpasses many scriptures in its wisdom and overwhelms everyone with its interpretation and as for language it is marvelously poetic.

Life, Murchie begins, is only one part of existence, and to understand this, we must step back and take a look at the world from a birds-eye view. As an outsider, we see the intricate workings of the planet and are astounded by many things. Along the way Murchie finds and elaborates almost every conceivable mystery man has ever taken into consideration and turns them into a (most often) one-sided argument. Humans, according to Murchie, are interrelated with kingdoms, even species, evolutionarily and genetically (one and the same I suppose) so that we all are mere thousands of generations apart, given the species or kingdom. Plants behave maliciously as some predators, a flock of birds pictured from above resembles an island, and on and on until there are no delineations between anything and this world is a seed in germination of something larger. Examples abound to support Murchie's conclusions. the book does what its title suggests best: asks questions. Indeed, it makes connections between the cell of a human body analagous to the human body in relation to the earth, the earth to the galaxy, the galaxy to the universe. Even rocks have a place in the living, breathing, universe, and everything, from cars to plants to insects to humans is just a smaller part of a larger organism which behaves in much the same way (homeostasis-wise) as we humans do.

The best books get you interested in things. They get your mind going. They lead you to new interests and reinvigorate you to pursue old ones. This one has done it many times over for me, from a renewed interest in the microscopic world to finding out who my ancestors are. And even though the argument may be faulty, the conclusions lead to some interesting insights. Truth is a drop in an ocean of uncertainty, and most times imagining the possibilities those uncertainties have is enough to make one wish there never is a concrete answer to the seven, or any, mysteries of life

Every page of this book is a gem here is one page as sample:-

” All living organisms, along with all the minerals on the surface of the Earth, compose one giant integrated system that, as a whole, controls its behaviour so as to survive. And so do galaxies. After all, we are made of star dust. Life is inherent in nature. 

Who runs an ant colony? How do ants decide to move their nest somewhere else? It is the interaction among the individuals: some ants carry eggs and food to the new nest, some ants carry them back, and eventually one of the two competing population prevails; bees of a beehive communicate (at least as far as directing their fellow bees to food) with a language which is made of dance steps (including sounds and smells). An ant colony or a beehive behaves like an organism with its own mind: a beehive metabolizes, has a cognitive life (makes decisions), acts (it can move, attack) and so forth. 

If winds are the spirit of the sky's ocean, the clouds are the texture. There is easily the most uninhibited dominion of the earth. Nothing in physical shape is too fantastic for them. They can be round as apples or as fine as string, as dense as a jungle, as wispy as a whiff of down, as mild as puddle water or as potent as the belch of a volcano. Some are thunderous anvils formed by violent up drafts from the warm earth. Some are ragged coattails of storms that have passed. Some are stagnant blankets of warm air resting on cold. I have seen clouds in the dawn that looked like a pink Sultan with his pale harem maidens and a yellow slob of eunuch lolling impotent in the background.”