"Look at him, he is red," they say, and in that fiery hue, he loves passionately, gets angry with fervor, and is filled with boundless passion. What a man he is!

"Look at him, he is blue," they whisper, as he exudes calmness, observes with precision, and finds solace in peace. He laments a life without stress, embracing tranquility.

Now, "look at him, he is green," they proclaim, for he has transcended the boundaries of this world, standing tall with pride.

Yet, these two-legged animals, as they sometimes called themselves, could not help but complain. "He is in grief," they declared, "for he denied, he got angry, he bargained, he sank into the depths of depression, and he eventually accepted all."

And now, I stand before you, black as the night, a walking chaos, a repository of knowledge not meant for mortal minds. They call me powerful, mysterious, a reflection of nothing but darkness.

Yet, behold, "look at him" now, walking hand in hand with a lady. "Who is she?" they inquire. She, the one human who made me smile. In her presence, I am cleansed, pure, and a new beginning emerges; White!

Should I be colorless, or I be one and not all or all and not one!


© Sage