palm reading

despite their many nerve endings and utilitarian functions the hands were often overlooked in the reader's activities. they didn't mind. their's was a kind of intelligence that needed nothing in the way of legitimation. an intelligence generated through the joys of investigating new things. the intelligence of muscle fibres splitting and reforming through the exercise of their investigations. the words were more of a consequence than an aim, a bi-product of the process, notations of an event whose full significance was only found as it was produced. the hands had been known to write by listening to and altering the pitch of sap hissing in semi green logs burning in the camp fire. the text itself was incomprehensible but the event couldn't have made more sense to the hands.