A long time ago, a visionary quadrumane decided one would be bound to take oneself in hand if one aspired to an exceptional fate.
In order to do so, he sacrified his inferior hand and found himself looking at the horizon. Moved by these new openings, he quickly mucked in and built everywhere huge and clumsy things, that he sometimes painted with fine colours. Some of his fellows did not quite understand the point of such undertaking and, suspicious toward such enthousiasm, they had to be every now and then brought to heel manu militari. Others had taken after their ancestors taste for day dreaming and for small things and discovered heaven was at hand if one would make love with fingertips.
Industry, arts, army, love, human ape was marching. He lost lack of care and hair, he wan an ounce of grey matter, paid holiday, entertainment and many objects that one today would wonder how one did do without for so long.
The hand is predominant in our perception of the world, as much in social as in private spheres, in our creations, in our daily tasks, in our way towards others, in our intimate relationships.
Thanks to Carine, Claire, Étienne, Grand-mère, Léonie, Lise, Magali, Mama, Mana, Marion, Marion, Sébastien, Stéphane.