You have tension. You breathe tension. All day long you are surrounded by people you woulden't lock in a room with a rabbid wolverine, but only because you'd feel sorry for the wolverine. You could chew glass, spit fire, and stab babies just from having to placate the boss with a smile to his boring jokes. Well I understand...I'm willing to help ease your troubled mind. I'll run my hands over and around anything that aches. I've got good hands. Heck, I've got GREAT hands! There is a tribe of natives in Peru who have built golden idols of my hands. Maidens wash these idols as they are carried through the streets during festivals of religous importance. There is celebration. There is revelry. Some say that these idols perform miracles. Crazy; possible? Any group of people who spends too much time in the company of llamas at high altittudes will get a few strange ideas. But you never can tell....