Thought #1
If the color blue was not blue, but by some other name, then would it carry the same emotional meaning? Hard to say really since how can I tell if the connotation of blue is more in the name or in the color itself. A cultural perception lost somehow to a scholar's meaning? Yet as the colors mash together on an infinitely shaded color wheel, no one can judge one hue from another. I guess this meaning is more of a shared abyss.
Thought # 2
Color is simply the concept of what used to be. A radio wave in a lightless world. A simple smear, so scenic, so serine, too tragic, when it fades into the spectrum. Nothing but a different wave expanding and explaining and exposing the speed and life of self reflecting might. The colors are the words of understanding since the nature modifies their meaning into what is meant by the turn of the universe. Where do these colors go? Will they ever come back?
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Thought Traveler
Science FictionThis is what I would call an existential Sci-Fi project. The idea is that thoughts or ideas are not contained in the bottles of our skulls, but travel, interreact, and live on forever like a never dispersing energy force. Each part will be where two...
