When you look at your life and find it lacks in details, that there was no spiritual awakening, no dream fulfilled, no meaningful love experience, then it is sometimes just fine to realise that these constructs are in fact obstacles to the true purpose in life. The quest for the biggest hands. The hands are what separate us from every other mud soaked animal sucking with toothless gums at each other in some desperate attempt to climb a food chain that was ended on the advent of the hand evolution, first discovered in the protozoic era by strange canine beasts and further adopted by the homo sapien, homo erectoad and homo juventus. The next step in evolution has been spotted amongst certain 'chosen ones' also known as the more political correct term, double specials. The hands, the bones in the hand. They grow into rings to show the true age of the owner, they point at the wall and say that the nail is as old as they are. A cruel joke blasphemed out by a pedant.
Hand care is one of the more lucrative business opportunities in coming years, running alongside green energy and printed meat to become big in the stock market. As people begin to worry more about certain germs the hands become cleaner until they finally become highly polished stubs of bone, occasionally pierced with the latest accessory such as a camera case or a heart beat sensor. Sometimes all there is to do is to dive right in and become an early adopter, soak your hands in vaseline every night and avoid raw sewage.
