I was just sitting here at work, having to re-log in to some website or something, and just found myself mindlessly typing in my username and password. Like it wasn’t even a conscious act. It was just an automatic gesture that was being played through me.

It’s almost like I don’t really even know my usernames and passwords anymore. I’m not in control of it. My body is. My hands are. They know things that have long sinced stopped being important to me consciously. I wonder what else they know that I have forgotten. I feel like probably a lot.

I wonder at what point does knowledge in my brain become encoded within my muscles. Where does the hand-off occur? It’s strange to think that my hands know about numbers and letters and punctuation and sequencing. I don’t think about any of this while I’m typing; it just becomes my hands playing music, creating shapes and colors which loosely correlate to interior states.

I’m seeing a lot of stuff online about “muscle memory” in relation to sports. But not much in terms of other kinds of knowledge. I’m going to dig a little deeper. I want to find out about it in relation not just to athletics and things which we see ordinarily as physical, but also in relational to emotional knowledge and memory, as well types of knowledge that are considered more strictly part of the intellectual realm.