If there is one thing that is the mark of being human,
it is hands
Human hands, five fingers, a palm and a wrist
There is something in how AI can not get them quite right
There is something in how they are the oldest things the ancient people painted on the walls
There is something in how they can choose to hold a pen, or a gun
How they fit rings
How they tangle with other ones
There is something in how when you’re holding on for dear life, you’re holding on with your hands