Sometimes you do things without thinking. You reach, because there is a need. The miracle that is your self and is aware of what ever constitutes normal is able to pick up on micro changes in your environment and voila, you react.
Sometimes when you extend, you smell before you feel. Danger. Unknown. Not right. And incredibly you withdraw before you are capable of processing in your active psyche what it is you are retreating from.
This, my friends is how scars are formed.
It isn’t until we are a fair distance away, out of imminent peril that our nervous systems unwind enough to take in other stimuli, like; the scent of burning flesh; black blotches that were once peach toned; the throbbing ache, and simultaneous numbness.
And really, how close we were to grasping.