Ordinary Miracles

I have been thinking about birth of late. I find that it has an inherrent dicotomy which I have come to describe as Ordinary Miracles. Things or phenomena, which are at once common and singular.

Dali: Birth of the New Man

Miracle

On one side it is the most amazing thing two people can do. A man and a woman can have intercourse and create a new human. Create something truly new under the sun, a fusion of themselves manifested as a new person. It is a biological statement, ala Killroy Was Here, namely We Shared Love. This man and this woman blended their DNA. Together we tagged the world. It is a truly astounding process of creation unlike anything else in the world. It is primal. It is powerful. And it is miraculous. 

Ordinary

Whilst simultaneously the words of the angry poet Bill Hicks springs to mind as apposite description

“Two people fucking and making a baby is no more miraculous than eating food and a turd coming out.”

Reproduction is shared with every other organism in the known universe. It is a fundamental property of life to replicate itself. It is not special.

Another ordinary miracle is of course the transformation of a caterpillar into a butterfly.

If any of you can think of other phenomena or processes that would fit into this category of Ordinary Miracles please enlighten me with your thoughts in the comments.