our hands are pretty amazing. they can fix, we can fill them. carry a load. hold. push a button. cradle a spoon. wave a firecracker. keep something safe, or dry, or warm; they can be warmed themselves. hands can pray. or clap. or crack. or tighten or flex. or point. or celebrate or wave or rub a back or pinch a cheek. or dig, or bury, or unearth.
our hands help us be what we are and become what we're not. i like to think this is where we start—there's a little slice of the universe, with all its realities, its magic, its possibilities, in each of our hands.