Look at your hand (hopefully, you have one).
Flex it. Curl your fingers inward and touch your palm with your fingertips. Open it. Spread your fingers and let your hand expand flat in the air in front of you.
Touch forefinger to thumb.
Turn your hand palm down and make a fist. Look at the mess of knuckles bulging from your skin.
Now clasp hands together and squeeze slightly. Let go and just stare at a hand until you feel the perplexity of the limb in front of you.
You are looking at a part of your body. You are looking at an extension of yourself consisting of near-infinite amounts of particles put together and fired by the will of your mind.
You don’t see the bone and sinew underneath the sheath of skin, but know that there is a miracle to your machinery. It’s a reality you take for granted now but once was fascinated by with infant eyes.
The hand exists for you.
Use it to touch others that you love.
Feel their existence.
And know how strange and wonderful this ability is
to touch until you cannot touch anymore.
For one day the use of your touch will be gone forever…
Touch while you can.