Wednesday, July 4, 2007

hand analysis, tea leaves and magic carpets

Two friends in one day have asked me to self examine my religious-like fervour about hand analysis. Such strong convictions don't seem to mesh with my irreverent, iconoclastic personality they say.

I say, it's passion for the ride they're seeing, not an exclusive conviction.

Hand analysis is just one of many viable vehicles for self expansion/illumination.

In other words, if you need to go from A to B, does it really matter if you go in a landrover, a lawnmower or a lamborgini?

The point is to get from A to B.

As a vehicle, it’s not exactly a Volvo. I find hand analysis rather more like a magic carpet. It gives you a bird’s eye view of your life. It’s fast and unusual. And certainly not everyone's cup of tea.
After all, where are the brakes??! where are the seat belts?? where's the road??
and perhaps , more importantly, where is the driver's licence?

All these things are right where they normally are.
Upstairs. In the mind’s eye.

And, the thing I like most? the map’s in your fingerprints, so it can’t blow away.
No matter how fast you’re driving.

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