Touch. Rub. Feel. Grip. Click. Clap. Hands, wonderful hands.
Have you ever watched a young baby stare in awe and amazement at
the bewildering sight of the things on the end of his arms?
Slowly he rotates them back and forward, back and forward, oh
what marvels these things called hands. How lost we would be
without these hands – they are the road maps of our souls. And
just like we are able to read a street directory to help guide
us in our journey so too can we read our hands. Below for your
pleasure we have briefly described your main lines and what they
mean, and how to interpret them, much to the dismay of the local
“Party Person” (who delights in telling the fortunes of others
over several glasses of wine) a short life line does not
necessarily mean a short life!
