
In the last few weeks I have been thinking a lot about color. You know, red, blue, green, black, white, and all the shades thereof, color. Prior to the change to daylight savings I was able to witness some of the most amazing sites. On those days when the snow capped peaks are bathed in the first colors of the day even before the sun has climbed high enough in the eastern sky to be seen, it is spectacular. All the various shades of blue, purple and pink that only God could imagine and create. How do you describe that? There are not words and even a photo with all our digital technology or a painter has never been able to recreate or capture it all.
It has made me to think about someone that was born blind. How would you describe the color green? Green is the sound of a frog in a pond covered with algae. Green is the smell of fresh mown grass. Or Blue? Blue is the clear morning sky, or the cool ice of a frozen lake.
Would it be better to have been born unable to see color or to have lost your sight and to be left with only a memory that is the question?
1 comment:
man that is a 50/50 question for me. Not an easy answer, but I think if I had to choose I would rather be born that way and not know what I was missing then it would just be normal.
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