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PALMS VS THUMBS

Palms to the right of us. Palms to the left of us. Reaching outward, welcoming as if by their nature–to endure thus survive. No thumbs here. Should I really discriminate against the thumbs–
symbolized for ages as squashing those who happen in their way?

No. Probably not. Try doing anything without a thumb. The thumb is the stabilizing force of the hand. It’s sort of like a lemon. Why discriminate against a lemon, when it has so many beautiful functions? Even when you grease a palm, underhanded, you need the thumb to
hold down the gratuity.

Thumbs up. Thumbs down. Thumbs all around. Yea, nay, everybody agrees or disagrees on the counting of hands risen as testament to the desires of who gets what. A vote in finality results in the lasting impression of the vote counted, signally a yea or nay with an up or down showing of the thumb. Yea?
Even though I’ll walk through the shadow of death? Better nay, and save myself the torture.

Palms up. Palms down. Cold palms. Hot palms. Sweaty hot. Sweaty cold. Up or down? Hiding something? Or are you really the open book you claim to be? Who cares anyway? Those who use thumbs to squash you, that’s who. It’s the squash of the thumb that signals impending doom–better learn that lesson. What next? Consequences for saying yea or nay–thumbs either way.

So what does one do with the thumb? Use it as nature intended, as a tool to make easier the tasks of the hand, thus life. But let just one squash pop up–and you squash back–thus the perpetual cycle of squashing. It’s easier to be the thumb, harder to be the whole hand. Being the whole hand means that all appendages–finger and thumb–have to work together, by welcoming the
change required to attain what we need to survive:
cooperation.

You’re out with the thumb, safe with the palm. You can squash with a palm too. Stop, get away, or come on in. You slap with your hand or punch with a fist. You slap down or raise up.

The thumbs have only one agenda–theirs. They think the fingers exist to compliment their purpose. Yet, that’s not true is it? Lose a finger and you’ll know. Lose two fingers and you’ll know even more. Lose all fingers and thumb is all alone.

Now, the dictator thumb must do the work of the populace–with no help from anyone. Your slaves are gone. So what do you do now? You held them under your thumb too long.
They rose up and left. How do you get them back? Only you can
figure that out.

SL







 

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