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But our greatest triumph comes not from flexing the metacarpal bone and making a fist,
which always seems to be thirsting to be clenched…

No, no, no, no, no.

Our greatest moment is when we open our hand:
cradling a glass of wine, cupping a loved one’s chin.
And the best… the most expert of all… keeping all the objects of our life in the air at the same time.

My friends, for your amusement and bemusement, I give you the human person.
Thumb and fingers flexing madly, straining to keep aloft the leaden realities of life:

Ignorance, death and madness.

Thus we create for ourselves the illusion that we have power,
that we are in control, that we are… loved.