The Hand (n.) that touches or holds annuls the alterity of what it grasps, as though no one contested this appropriation.
The Hand (n.) is nothing more mobile, more impertinent or more restless, always busy and taking hold of everything, which is why the hands were declared impure.
The Hand (n.) that forms is already an artist's: shaping clay, it brings forth a form in which thought recognizes a model it has never seen before.
The Hand (n.) is by essence a grope and a grab: groping is not a clumsy, technically imperfect act but the condition of all technique.
The Hand (n.) is the destiny of possession: the organ of the first blind grasp in the teeming mass, which gathers the fruit but holds it far from the lips.