clay things

I hear a scientist on the radio describe how the brain is not actually a muscle, but, rather, something more like a magpie. she says that some things we can only know because of the physical gesture we use to get to the thought, that the act of putting pencil to paper is also how the body thinks. I spend my wednesdays behind a wheel with a pound or two of clay making bowls and mugs and vases and dipping them in blue and white glazes that leave little holes on the surface like constellations through the blue and this is also how I know some specific things that are not available to me through words.