Funny, I look at evolution, with its implication of the common descent of all things going back to a last universal common ancestor, and beyond that to the first self replicator, and I think, it's still alive today. That first indescribably primitive molecule that accidentally stumbled on the trick of making more of itself is us, here, now.
Life has never gone away, from it's earliest beginnings some 3 -4 billions of years ago, life has always found a way to carry on, to persist against terrible odds, to survive cataclysmic disasters. Neither asteroid, nor ice-age nor rain of fire has ever held it up, the post office has nothing on life for determination. Whatever we do to the planet, to its climate or to ourselves and other organisms, I am pretty confident that life will survive it (even if we don't). And perhaps even when the Sun finally expands and consumes the Earth in its death throws, the life that started upon it might still journey on, on worlds that circle other stars.
Life is, simply, absolutely fucking brilliant. It is more inventive, more subtle, and more tenacious than anything else I can think of. Yet some people want to take that history away and say that a giant invisible fairy wished into existence a few thousand years ago and all that it has accomplished since then is really down to him.
That's why I am so opposed to creationism.
