RE: Argument #1: Transitional Fossils
April 26, 2014 at 3:10 am
(This post was last modified: April 26, 2014 at 3:10 am by Lemonvariable72.)
(April 25, 2014 at 6:35 pm)Mister Agenda Wrote:(April 24, 2014 at 11:39 pm)Revelation777 Wrote: 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
It would be a great stunt to pull off, though wouldn't it? But someone would have to REALLY believe they could fool an expert with it, and no one REALLY thinks that, do they? No one believes it enough to try it with, say, an archaeological site, and send the photos of carefully arranged skeletons to a museum or university for an evaluation of the remarkable series of gradations in hominid evolution they've 'discovered'. You've never met anyone in your life with a skeleton that could be mistaken for one belonging to a Homo Erectus.
(April 25, 2014 at 5:47 am)Confused Ape Wrote: Evolution is no threat to anyone's faith in God and Jesus. This includes your own faith.
Maybe he perceives his own faith as so brittle that it can't take even one moment of seriously considering the science without crumbling like a cracker.
I've mentioned that I started off as a creationist. Finding out out how deliberately dishonest so-called 'men of God' were being was far worse than if I had found out they were honestly mistaken.
Lol unless he has met a Olympic runner with forward facing palms, no fore head and eye brows you break your fist on.
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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.
