Let us then return from the Communion table like lions breathing fire...
-John Chrysostom
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HIBERNATION is so exhausting. Honestly, we thought that we ate enough fish skins and blueberries and beehives to last the winter. We even spent some quality time in a dumpster behind a McDonald's. That afternoon of bliss was good for a few weeks of winter sleep, and our lips still feel greasy. They haven't chapped once, and that's typically a problem. But the winter is far from over, and here we are, venturing out from our den, wondering why the snow keeps piling up, wondering why the globe hasn't warmed. All those people driving cars, all that exhaust, wasn't it good for anything? Our bearish hopes had been so high, our bearish dreams crowded with thoughts of eternal spring. But no. The winter seems only to have grown in strength and length. And now we're awake and hungry again. Thank God for trash cans.
Through the use of a time machine, you are traveling back to the year 1850. You may take with you one, and only one, product or invention from the modern era. What would you take with you to impress and awe our forebears?(Assume that whatever you take back with you will have full functionality, e.g. cell phones will be supported fully. Which is a weird idea.)