Saturday, 21 July 2018

Thumb (July)

The opposable digits are, I suppose, amongst our oldest friends. Thumbs-up, thumbs-down, we’ve been puppeteers of our thoughts since time immemorial. Handy to know. Even Facebook friends tap thumbs-up, albeit with their index, registering words with no words. Somewhere along the way we let go of our grip. About the time we developed rules of thumb. Historians doubt if Big July fed them to the lions with thumbs-down. Rulers are trained out of twiddling. A pianist who is all thumbs will hold on to the day job. Yet they’re versatile widgets in the beautiful balancing act called the human body.

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