He looked down at his hands.
Hands that were wide and strong.
Hands completely capable of holding up the world..
Carrying the things in danger of falling.
But the longer he looked at his hands
the more he saw the space between his fingers.
Space capable of letting things slip.
So he no longer has strong hands.
No longer does he have hands capable of carrying the world.
Now he only has the space to fail.
The empty places where things fall through.