Have you ever stopped to think about colors? Can you describe what a color looks like? You may be able to say "Well I know what pink looks like, you fool...It's a lighter shade of red.", and it would be a factual statement; but you would then be unable to describe, in words (as in not pointing to stop sign and screaming "Red!" at me}, what red looks like. You could name red things: Roses or blood or tomatoes or cherries, etc...But that doesn't describe Red.

            This marvelous curiosity came from long hours of banter with comrades. It was originally a conversation about the concept of the sky being blue due to the way sunlight filters through the layers of atmosphere that surround the earth. By that sagacity, blue is only blue because it is what we named it. If, lets say, things had been slightly varied...Lets say the sunlight that filtered on down to our splendid little planet was really what we call Brown...Would it still, at some point, been given the title of Blue?

            Try this on for size: In kindergarten and preschool, one of the primary things the children are to learn is the colors. The teacher will hold up a picture of an apple and say "Alrighty class, this is red. Everyone get a good eyeful now."

Let us now say that every child in the class all view the apple as a different color. It may appear as actual red to one student, while appearing purple to another...yet they are all taught that that color, the one they see on the laminated, illustrated sign in the classroom, is "Red". There is no questioning, no doubts or worries that they have been mislead or somehow fooled...Why would there be?

Every one of these children will grow up with the "fact" that an apple is red, even if they see the color as green.

            Do you see what this means?

When you get right down to it, nothing really actually exists as we see it. There is no such thing as a Solid, only millions upon billions of microscopic atoms and molecules, and together they form a compact structure...they way a bunch of cheering fans all hold up pieces of a sign at a ball game, so that from the blimps view they form into a slogan...maybe "Batter Up! or Yankees Suck!".

Once you begin thinking this way, it begins to boggle the mind. When nouns and verbs and titles are set aside, facts cease to exist. Things are only rational and sensical because we allow them to be. At one time, it was held to truth that mice came from spoiled meat, and that a bad crop season was the fault of angry and vengeful gods...

                                                      Halleluiah.