“With thoughts and the capability of, no matter how feeble, being the only current indication to an otherwise fleeting chance of existence I hold onto what I have and what I know. 
I think and therefore I am. I do exist. My thoughts manifest from somewhere, so therefore I have a form. I strengthen and repeat that thought before once again looking towards my hands but first imagining what I shall see. 
I conceptualise and imagine two strong hands, earth worn and proud. Aged by hardship but honed from experience.”