by A Lump Of Clay
The human being is one of the
few creatures on this planet that is endowed (whether by an Intelligent
Designer or by mindless evolution) with an amazing contraption at the end of
the limb. No, I don’t mean the i-phone, silly. The prehensile HAND. For those
who are not overly fascinated by Darwinian evolution, “prehensile” translates
as “having the ability to grasp things”. This by no means implies that those
who are unable to grasp the immense wisdom in this piece of holiday drivel, are
in any way fallen behind in Darwinian development in the higher faculties. (We
can take it up slooooowly another day).
The hand consists of 1
unpigmented palm, on which are attached 5 flexible digits. Together they are
simply amazing in construction and utility. But as I observe the debris of life,
as it floats by my un-tinted window, each of the digits that occupy the palm of
the human hand are not without its own controversy. Since I am quite accustomed
to controversy, let me list them out.
