(April 24, 2014 at 11:39 pm)Revelation777 Wrote:Actually no you couldn't. Our ancestors have larger canines and more protruding and they all have much stronger brow ridges then homo sapiens.(April 23, 2014 at 6:29 am)pocaracas Wrote: Sure hope it wasn't on AiG, or any similar site... Even the wikipedia is a better source of information.
And the abundance of fossils doesn't defend yours.
Either we're both wrong, or my position, with its full awareness of the nature of that absence of fossils, is the most accurate available.
Indeed, it doesn't.
But it allows them to make educated guesses as to the shape of the head... from there, more educated guesses as to the shape of the body.
And usually they insist on showing you exactly what the fossil is and how they pieced it together to arrive at the overall body.
Look at this skull... see if you can tell which parts are actual fossil (replica) and which are extrapolations:
They can even then extrapolate a face:
Of course, we know this isn't exactly what the person looked like, but it's an approximation.
If I went to a local graveyard, dug up every ones bones, and lined the various bodies just so, I could create a convincing lineup showing evolution
(April 23, 2014 at 9:49 am)Stimbo Wrote: Who cares? What matters, all that matters, is can you demonstrate any of it?
I can if we had a time machine...
But my take is that no, inert matter can't produce life
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.