Five months ago, during autumn, I recovered some fossils from Mulbrings. It was the first time I ever had a close up encounter with paleontology, consciously analyzing for clues of the past. The fossils date back to the late-Permian period, the era before the dinosaurs and it struck me because I had never questioned my self an eco-system before the dinosaurs. The thought of the geologic time and events before dino's had always been a dark empty void for it was never brought to my mind(until recently). Up at Mulbrings, the unearthed fossils were those of a marine origin and the ones I recovered were marine plants, Bryozoas and Crinoids. Its a great feeling to actually know the thing that lie in your hand is very old and has a story. But then I realized that everything around us too is very old and with an obscure past, folded from the present eyes. You just have to notice them. I'm proud now that i can now recognize them in rocks.
Stratas exposed at the cliffs of Glenrock by the sea could clearly tell you the multiple layer of events. The layer of sand stone, petrified forest, pyroclastic flow, lava,slate, dropstones from glaciers, repetitions, and now. The timelessness that is displayed on these cliffs, may be a fictional interpretation of the mind. It's often frustrating the things you been feed could be so subjective.While we were young we did not bother about what we learn, we'll absorb all the text book has to give. Now finally matured, we become more critical, identifying what we personally think is right and wrong(for all you know, there maybe no right or wrong). Geology is a young field, only around 60years old, young field or not, discoveries in any field would have many controversies.
So question remains, are these fossils that I am holding, victims of the great Triassic-permian extinction or the Noachian flood. Are these fossils 250million years old or are they less than 6000. Uniformitarianism or Catastrophism. Arguments that will never stop. A decision has to be made and I can't be caught in the middle of this dilemma all the time. It drives me. Learning is not that simple anymore, we can no longer swallow everything we hear, but it doesn't mean we can appreciate the things that contradicts.
Could we be like that anthropologist, who appreciate all cultures, who travels from one contradicting tradition to the next. Would you join the tribe and dance for rain even if you know thats not how the weather works? That's where the magic lie. Finding joy in the mysteries.
Can you spot a pattern?
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