Yesterday I saw in Facebook the drawing of the palm and the explanation of the palmist-what and what line means. Three lines there and the line of the heart, and life. Here I have reached the line of the mind, I look at my palm, but my mind is not even clear.
A bit, a little, like, solid and begin under the index finger, but all in the calloused cone in the palm of your hand, completely dissolve. Here, I think that chisels and cutters have wiped the whole mind, one calloused hill, there, like a mound, is a tokm. And there is there, under the mound, al, no, now and do not know.