My left hand is my thinking hand. The right is only a motor hand. This holds the hammer. The left hand, the thinking hand, must be relaxed, sensitive. The rhythms of thought pass through the fingers and grip of this hand into the stone.
These fingers of mine got brains in 'em.
I am somewhat handicapped in doing things with my hands.
The human hand allows the mind to reveal itself.
The hands are the instruments of man’s intelligence.
I can't hold a camera anymore.
The hand is the cutting edge of the mind.
The human hand is made complete by the addition of a baseball.
It's hard to wipe your eyes when you have whirring buzzsaws for hands.
