While reading an article Newspaper unfolded on the work table, my right hand moves blindly in search of the Cup of tea, from which I intend to take a sip. Me hand It has no eyes, but it knows the route, calculates distances and distinguishes shapes. This time, you have arrived where the Bowlbut he doesn’t bump into her. I do not take my eyes off the newspaper so as not to interrupt the reading from the article. I trust that my hand will immediately find what search. However, after a tenth of a second, what my fingers touch are other little fingers, as a baby. Startled, I abandon the article, I look towards the scene and see nothing but the cup. Then? Has my hand suffered a hallucination?
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