You've never touched anything. Not once. Not ever.
Not the phone in your hand right now. Not your keyboard. Not your morning cup of chai β. Not another person's hand. At the atomic level, no two atoms have ever actually made contact in your entire life.
Here's why. Every atom is surrounded by a cloud of electrons. Electrons carry a negative charge. When two atoms get close β like your finger pressing against a table β their electron clouds start repelling each other. It's electromagnetic repulsion. The closer they get, the stronger the force pushing them apart. They never actually meet. π« What you feel as "touch" is just that repulsive force, pushing back against you.
That solid feeling when you press your palm flat against a wall? That's not contact. That's billions of electrons screaming "no" at each other across an impossibly tiny gap. The wall doesn't touch your hand. Your hand doesn't touch the wall. There's always a space between β nanometers wide, but real. βοΈ
"You have never really touched anything in your life. Every 'touch' you have experienced has been your nerve endings interpreting the electromagnetic force between atoms."
Everything you've ever felt β the warmth of someone's hand, the cold of a railing in winter, the texture of paper β is your brain interpreting what repulsion feels like at different intensities. Your nervous system is translating a force into a sensation and calling it "touch." π§
Which means every hug you've ever given? π€ Electromagnetically speaking, you were just hovering very, very close to someone.
My take. I find this one weirdly comforting. We walk around thinking we're separate from the world β that there's a hard line between "me" and "everything else." But at the atomic level, that boundary doesn't even exist. There's no wall. Just forces, interacting. The same physics that stops your hand from passing through a table is what makes you feel the wind, hold a pen, high-five a friend. We're not isolated objects bumping into things. We're fields, overlapping with other fields, and our brains turn that into experience. Nothing ever touches, and yet β we feel everything. That's kind of beautiful. β¨