presence

Savasana The corpse I am become lives in pure counter- poise, between weight and weightless tidal flow, its breath osmotic, its pulse subsumed. Here is death beyond fear, without want of resurrection, unyoked from hate or any spur to forgive, where all the masks of God melt into irrelevant...

This is something that has long puzzled me. How do creationists explain away the presence of fossils, and other clear evidence that dinosaurs once roamed the Earth?