A Billion Skinny Razors

Imagine a billion skinny razor blades in a landfill.

Realize that most of those skinny razor blades are entrapped in a custom-made plastic contraption designed to fit on the end of another custom-made plastic thing called a “handle.”

Ten-thousand years from now when they dig up what’s left of our society and find those razor blades, what will they make of them?

Now write a 2,000-word short story about that.

Just kidding…(but don’t let me stop you).

Actually, this was my main shower-musing on a sunny recent morning. I think of stuff like this when I take my morning shower. Only this time I was feeling a bit smug, because I had had the good sense to ditch the custom-made plastic-encased disposable skinny razor blades – they’ve finally out-priced themselves from my market – in favor of a return to good old-fashioned Wilkinson Sword Blade double-edged razors, five to a package for under $2.

Yep. Felt pretty happy with my bad self, I did…

…until I imagined a billion unprotected double-edged, platinum tipped, rust-proof, titanium-inspired razor blades in the same landfill.

I hoped the anthropologists of the future will be wearing Kevlar gloves.

And Next

 Emotions have been running today. Fear of the future, at a time when faith would help. Bad news about friends fighting diseases. More  quiet prayer requests for many issues – including mine. A world either falling apart or overwhelmed and aggravated by inadequate, incompetent, or biased news reporting in the sudden emergence of  the 24-hour news cycle and its myrmidon, social media.

But these are just symptoms of what’s underneath: it is a sense of something coming. Something coming our way – down a little dirt road through the dusty countryside. But just over the next hill, so we can’t see it.

But it is coming.

Sunrise to Sunset

HANOVER SUNRISE

Blessed be the name of the Lord

from this time on and forevermore.

From the rising of the sun to its setting

the name of the Lord is to be praised.

The Lord is high above all nations,

and his glory above the heavens.

Psalm 113: 2-4

HANOVER SUNSET