Steady Burn

Is it either none or everything?

When Black and White becomes too hard, too serious, too forlorn, is that when other colours start flooding the picture?

I remember saying how simple everything is, that only man makes things complicated.

But had I bothered to ask why?

As much as I hate complicated, when people say life isn’t simple, that it’s complicated, is it because we made all these rules and regulations, all these exceptions and limitations that we may have actually blinded ourselves from the simplicity of reality, only because we couldn’t take it?

Or is it, that precisely because we couldn’t take it, adding colours apart from black and white seemed to be the practical solution of living with reality; make this, make that, do this, do that, then you can have this, you can have that. Because by chance, if black and white was all there were, we couldn’t have worked hard for it, or it was all too easy to burn, or too easy to fly.

In the beginning there were only two coulours. And then as I grew older, I saw a hint of blue, a hint of red, and then some yellow, a splash of green and so on.

Have you ever tried burning all colours into one?

How majestic. Terrifying, but majestic.