Palm readings, woodcarving, playing instruments, typing, writing, eating, speaking, gesturing. We use them for everything. Hands can be the most beautiful part of the body—the way they curl, extended, flex, flatten, clench, relax—every gesture speaks volumes about the person they belong to. They carry the weight of subtleties.
Imagine the value of a hand: you open your palm and let your fingers curl in their natural position, and you feel a gentle, invisible weight press into the core of your skin. It’s an open door of strange meanings—a voice with no sound, a heft with no gravity, a light with no switch. You can’t begin to fathom the depth of this construction at the end of your arm, between its symbolism and utility, so you leave it at that. There’s no need to get into technicalities, really. To know that this tactile feat of nature exists is enough.