I lost one of my hands someplace along the way. It now seems to be regrowing, strong and useful. Not literally; I am referring to some lines from John Donne's To The Countess of Bedford:
Reason is our soul's left hand, faith her right;
By these we reach divinity...
Pain took away my right hand when I was a young man. Along the way I came to believe my left hand had attacked and removed it. But no, I was so strongly right-handed as a youngster because of the way my parents raised me, my left hand was practically useless. This caused me great emotional distress.
Ooooh, I see that type of thing every day. These right-handed faith people who rarely use their left hands. I live among them; work with them; I've even been challenged to debates by them (see my last post).
Of course I also know a few folks who are so strongly left-handed they think their right hands are a joke. Such I was well on my way to becoming.
Now I am seeking a more ambidextrous approach