“Yet he could somehow still feel that missing four-fifths of himself – still feel pain in his invisible fingers, still feel his invisible toes twitching. “Often at night I would try with one lost hand to grope for the other,” he recalled, but the ghosts always eluded him.”

“Yet he could somehow still feel that missing four-fifths of himself – still feel pain in his invisible fingers, still feel his invisible toes twitching. “Often at night I would try with one lost hand to grope for the other,” he recalled, but the ghosts always eluded him.”

— Sam Kean