Imagine finding a sixty-million year old plant in your backyard. A sand ripple is as common on the receded sea delta of the Colorado River down in Mexico and as it was on the Great Inland Sea of ancient interior Colorado. But sixty million years separates the two ripples. Ripples we can understand, but time between may be impossible. We do have that special gift of Kantian intuition and Thoreauvian imagination.
Dreams can cut through time like lightning through clouds to illuminate an otherwise darkened land.
A stegosaur's roar and thumping step can still be heard in the spirit's core. The numbers sixty, sixty million, sixty trillion do not defy the human spirit. We can even imagine various species of dinosaurs having green flesh with orange spots. I remember driving up I-70 one extremely windy day to an early January conference site on Lookout Mountain above Denver. Flames raced up Dinosaur Ridge's northeast slope.