Being nothing but a brain that thinks, analyses a situation, understands the problem, comes up with a solution and them mopes about the unfairness of it all ain't really... fulfilling. Nor is being a brain that thinks, analyses and then finds out many incredible things about undiscovered things.
Being also a pair of hands is awesome. So to make the brain's dreams come true. To transform the immediate, surrouding world into a prettier place. And by prettier place I mean one where the Brain feels comfortable, sees himself vindicated. Fulfillment is being Hands so that you can do what you feel like doing. "Feel" is the Brain's job, btw.
Jeebus, I should quit the metaphorical crap (I'm always metaphorical like that. It becomes rather scary when I start seeing things like their metaphors, but that's all manageable.) and just say it to everything-everybody/nothing-nobody (aka a shotcut to being honest with myself): I have a bunch of ideas - of wishes on practical creation - that I've never completed. I whole list of things I would like to do but never had the time, the courage or the skills needed for growing Hands.
And yes, I'm using capitals. Plato rocks.
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