I used to say all the time in college, "Give me five minutes and absolute power and I will sort it out."
Power corrupts, absolute power absolutely corrupts. Can't remember who that famous poster is or was (Was going to say original, but come on, has anything we say never been said, much less thought of before?). What I mean to say is, the hand can be small or large, or anything in between.
Power is a survival strategy/concept, maybe even an instinct. How much have we really evolved as Homo Sapiens, being? Are we just doing, stuck in a cycle without evolving, perhaps de-evolving, employing old strategies for survival from cell memory, yet dooming ourselves to eventual extinction?
So, how does a hand know it is a hand? Only by what it understands as real, all based on it's experiences and programming. I don't usually consider bacteria deaths as I'm breathing and exhaling, I also imagine world leaders think the same of me as an inconsiderate value in their plans via scale, and so on, and so forth, etc.
This is what I meant when I said 'sometimes you're the hammer, sometimes the nail, and sometimes the wood. Oh, to be the hand... how would we even know if we were?'
I guess we are always the hammer, the nail, the wood, and the hand. The only difference between them is our perspective.
Anything a man can achieve, another man of similar ability can also achieve. Reality is the best illusion that I have experienced so far. Consciousness sure is something special.
Not picking on you Anna. Just the drunken rambling thoughts of a sometimes madman, normally unexpressed. And yes random folks, I've been drinking whiskey, so I'll probably regret this tomorrow, but for now who cares.