Does anyone else have trouble concentrating? Me too. This week, while trying to write this blog post, I spent an inappropriate amount of time looking at the delivery services prepared without plans to buy anything. The food looked so quiet and beautiful in its small bottles.
So I do what I often do when I get stuck: I sent a text message to Helen to ask about what I thought I should write.
She responded almost immediately. “Something pleasant and small that knows nothing about the absolute [redacted] Chaos around it. “
So my friends, let me introduce you Deletepecten Thermus.
This New Vieira Species It has a shell of 20 millimeters long, approximately the size of a peanut without shell. This viever has a shell: “translucent, pearl, scratch, fragile,” the researchers write. Beautiful. At 962 meters underwater, he was clinging to the rocky substrate in the Northern Okinawa channel, where the ventilators in the Higashi-Feati ventilation field open hydrogen sulfide.
The researchers collected one of these peaks, or scallops, using the distance operated vehicle Kaiko. Back on the surface, they sequenced their mitochondrial genome, finding that it is much larger than that of other species of scallops. They also noticed major changes in the order of the genes that encoded the proteins, compared to the scallops found in shallow waters, which suggests to the researchers that many genes had to change and reorganize so that the scope could live in the depths of the ocean.
At this point in a blog post, he usually reduced to the metaphorical. Instead, read some old publications about pandemic. I got up and had some banana bread. I checked my texts. I looked at the plane tickets. I found the food delivery site again and looked at all those food bottles and imagined another life in which I could eat chia Budín with Pitaya Rosa, then Limón and Jengibre Tempeh.
What can we learn from this creature that lives in what it seems, from here, like the chemical chaos of hydrothermal ventilation? Would a viever consider chaotic ventilation? Do you want, like me, escape somehow? Has he adapted so well that he doesn’t even realize? Should we adapt so well to our own chaos that we don’t notice? What essential and most intimate part of us would we have to change to do this?
Oh, my calm, pretty metaphore bottles. They are transparent and full of astonishment, like the scoring. They are also fragile, out of reach. But somehow, I am comforted that somewhere far from the surface world, there are many strange and miraculous creatures that live without thinking about me. Its existence is enough and enough to overcome another day. I hope it helps you too.
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Image of Thermal D. courtesy of Yi-Tao Lin
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