Admittedly, there is something about its face, the boxy pugilistic head, the prehistoric eyes that seem to stare down through 80 million years back to the very days of T-rex. Though taxonomically the frilled shark is no snake cutting through the lightless waters 5,000 feet down, the creature looks to be the very essence of the reptilian brain—cold-blooded, beyond even the crocodile, that seemingly soul-less armory of plates, both creatures grounded wholly in the now with no inner life beyond the moment. What would it be to be this presence skirting through the dark with its rows of teeth, a consciousness beyond mind that watches what mind does, mind's sorrows, a being that grows its young for three and a half years
in the dark night of its belly, the longest gestation of any in the animal kingdom, and how it only comes to us from time to time, pulled up in some fisherman’s net for all to behold the undying wonders of the sea? To have lived on into the anthropocene, our current world, this creature mostly blind, simply structured, unchanging, feeding on small squids and fishes, others of its kind— please don’t misunderstand. I am enthralled. I believe God does not exist in time, i.e. God is timeless, but because we do, we cannot understand It. But imagine 80 million years, passing second by second. When I look at this animal, I see God.