The Six Inch Dagger

Reality check. 

Our souls are dying. And it's not because of natural deterioration; it's a self inflicted eroding of our very core. 

The weapon? I suppose you could call it a plague, a disease, perhaps even a pandemic. It's a six inch piece of plastic, metal, and glass. Our souls are being obliterated by the technological advance of the cell phone. 

Everywhere I look, eyes are fixed on the screen. Thumbs are typing away. All the while, human interaction is reduced to merely grunts and groans. And the human soul that so desperately needs refreshing and renewal? Well, that is something of a forgotten gift in a bygone era. 

Even as I sit on a beach in tropical paradise and write this, I am punching thumbs on glass, since it's the most convenient meathead. 

And this, my friends, is the death of the soul.