Peering through the window pane -
Into how it glorified it was back then,
The dirt, however, still blocks the sight,
Settling into,
That glamorous view,
Ever since that night.
My past is tainted with all sorrow I could know,
My dreams are haunted - in my eyes they show,
Still the joy prevails - of having a past,
The morning after shimmers as it always has.
Saturday, December 8, 2012
Saturday, October 20, 2012
A New Discovery
There was a time when we were six years old. Those were happy times, see. We were 'grown-up' or so they said. It would take years for us to realize how little they believed it as well as they'd say but we did. We believed it and we were almost on that goal of ours - "to be older". There was something else too in those years. We were, or at least most of us, were on 1st grade then. Higher grades meant new subjects and that year we'd start on 'science'. See, before that, I believed only in magic and supernatural. Sky was blue because someone had probably colored it so and he'd probably run out of crayons other than the blue one. Water was water because it was water and not something else. That year, we learned that sky was blue because it was reflected light, thunders were the doings of clouds and not some fire burning up on the heavens.
Over the years, we learned more and more about the things around us. It never lost its beauty, none of 'em did. But, it made more sense now. There were proofs alongside and we had to read them by heart and write them in exams to pass (and to be good at it too) and we did. Years came by and we learned of Mendel and his peas. We learned of Darwin and his discovery of evolution. Soon, it came to light (for those of us seeking the truth) that it wasn't his sole idea and that there were people who'd thought of it before him. Alongside science, we learned of values too. We learned how learned people are better in decision making because their beliefs are more rational. And, I as well as many of us if not all, took science. It doesn't make a difference I know, but we set out on a field with evidence as a sole reason of justification in many cases. We wouldn't know what the basis of something was but since it was the observation, it'd be the truth until proven otherwise. We learned of genus and species of countless organisms and also, on the basis of fossils and other evidences, evolution was justified even though the cause of it wasn't entirely understood. Natural selection was a mere philosophy or say a hypothesis even amongst the believers of evidence (or science). But, it was never a matter of doubt that evolution was the basis of our origins. We evolved from unicellular organisms and even though it sounds absurd to some priests of the better good, it has been proved even though the pathway for it hasn't been entirely settled.
Some 12-14 billion years ago (that is 13000000000, 4 times more than our entire lifetime if we consider the unit to be in seconds), there was a blast. From a point, from nothingness, matter and anti-matter (whose existence has also been verified, mind you) formed and even though the sum of which turns out to be zero, matter came into existence (and anti matter lied embedded in the space-time tapestry upon which we stand. It becomes hard to comprehend from this point forth (if it already wasn't) but, space time is not a plane surface, it is a three dimensional existence so whatever we see is contained within space and end of space is the boundary of universe, not the end of existence of matter). From minute particles, sub atomic particles came into existence, from that atoms - the earliest of which is hydrogen. Hydrogen by fusion formed helium, and further fusion led to lithium, carbon, iron, gold, uranium. Matters exerted pressure on the tapestry of space time and that in turn presented as gravity. With gravity, atoms came closer, formed stars where the aforementioned fusion was to take place. Fusion took on and on and once the star reached its breaking point, it blasted off and with that novae, elements other than hydrogen were scattered as far as it could reach. From the nebulae that formed, new stars were created, sometimes black holes and sometimes pulsars, quasars, planets at the rim of the forming stars. Gravity, space, matter and time formed planets. Planets were challenged sometimes by other planets. Orbits were the product of spin that lasted on into the planets' memory. Rotation shaped the planet. When hit by other planets or asteroids chunks of the planet itself would spill out and circle the planet forming natural satellites or moons as we say it. Elements formed from novae would shower occasionally and water came into existence in our goldilocks habitat formed around 5 billion years ago. Our planet, now contained carbon, water and a safe distance from the young sun. Still hot, the condition was just right for the carbon to link up to a single helix of coding strand of genome in the storms and heat back then. Out of several strands of genomes, some collapsed and some didn't. The ones that didn't lived on to surround itself with water and the protein monomer it had would trigger formation of proteins similar to it by a relatively simple process (at that time). Mutations are frequent. They still are. It's just that the ones that aren't compatible with the environment are wiped out and what remains is the end result. Anyways, so formed the earliest micro organism. Mutations would thrive on and form 2, 4, 16, 32 and so on celled organisms and millions and millions of years later, we'd come into existence in our tailed form. It took us more than 5 million years just to get rid of our tails so you can imagine the countless number of years it took us to get here. With evolution, our once curious mind that brought fire as a basic need now makes gadgets so complex that perhaps it is of equal complexity as the setting of the universe (or perhaps not, yet). We lived together, made weapons out of stone, iron. Then we made houses where we'd live permanently. We farmed. We made society which needed a control and so comes the need of God. God served to unite the people and divide. It was a matter of existence back then, it really was necessary to create a fatherly figure, though imaginary and supported only by the natural phenomenon like thunders which were mysterious back then, to unite people together, make sense of it all and grow. It is all understood up to this point.
Most of this has been verified and those that haven't (like say the exact flow of what came first, etc) have a very strong indication of being true. But, with progress of human society, we seem to have regressed. We speak of TT and tt and cross it to make a F1 generation of Tt and Tt and a F2 generation of TT, Tt, tT, tt and yet, it is a sad realization that we, with all this knowledge in our mind, still believe that an imaginary being made us out of nowhere and nothing. We see the beauty of it all and say "behold! how can it be that this is all a matter of chance?" We constantly fail to realize that what we perceive of our surrounding is only what we can perceive We can perceive light, sound, touch and smell and we have conscience. We are perceiving reality based on our sense organs and it is painfully obvious that it might not be the entirety of the universe and yet we are so defiant when someone challenges our beliefs. On some documentary, I saw a man, self-righteous in his words, claim that a sick person can be cured of all illness with the whims of this so-called 'god'. He'll probably die of sickness if he refuses to medications which have been proven efficacious based on evidence. People talk of some deity that has 4 heads and sits on a lotus while making everything, a wilder deity who wears skins of animals and has a serpent wound around his neck and delivers justice. No, it is alright if we choose to be stupid. But, do we really have the right to force-feed our children such idiocy? We can believe in cartoon characters if we want to. We can believe in superheroes if we want to, but do we have the right to present this as a 'truth' to our children and yet ask them to study the books which says otherwise? We are pitiful creatures really, no?
Over the years, we learned more and more about the things around us. It never lost its beauty, none of 'em did. But, it made more sense now. There were proofs alongside and we had to read them by heart and write them in exams to pass (and to be good at it too) and we did. Years came by and we learned of Mendel and his peas. We learned of Darwin and his discovery of evolution. Soon, it came to light (for those of us seeking the truth) that it wasn't his sole idea and that there were people who'd thought of it before him. Alongside science, we learned of values too. We learned how learned people are better in decision making because their beliefs are more rational. And, I as well as many of us if not all, took science. It doesn't make a difference I know, but we set out on a field with evidence as a sole reason of justification in many cases. We wouldn't know what the basis of something was but since it was the observation, it'd be the truth until proven otherwise. We learned of genus and species of countless organisms and also, on the basis of fossils and other evidences, evolution was justified even though the cause of it wasn't entirely understood. Natural selection was a mere philosophy or say a hypothesis even amongst the believers of evidence (or science). But, it was never a matter of doubt that evolution was the basis of our origins. We evolved from unicellular organisms and even though it sounds absurd to some priests of the better good, it has been proved even though the pathway for it hasn't been entirely settled.
Some 12-14 billion years ago (that is 13000000000, 4 times more than our entire lifetime if we consider the unit to be in seconds), there was a blast. From a point, from nothingness, matter and anti-matter (whose existence has also been verified, mind you) formed and even though the sum of which turns out to be zero, matter came into existence (and anti matter lied embedded in the space-time tapestry upon which we stand. It becomes hard to comprehend from this point forth (if it already wasn't) but, space time is not a plane surface, it is a three dimensional existence so whatever we see is contained within space and end of space is the boundary of universe, not the end of existence of matter). From minute particles, sub atomic particles came into existence, from that atoms - the earliest of which is hydrogen. Hydrogen by fusion formed helium, and further fusion led to lithium, carbon, iron, gold, uranium. Matters exerted pressure on the tapestry of space time and that in turn presented as gravity. With gravity, atoms came closer, formed stars where the aforementioned fusion was to take place. Fusion took on and on and once the star reached its breaking point, it blasted off and with that novae, elements other than hydrogen were scattered as far as it could reach. From the nebulae that formed, new stars were created, sometimes black holes and sometimes pulsars, quasars, planets at the rim of the forming stars. Gravity, space, matter and time formed planets. Planets were challenged sometimes by other planets. Orbits were the product of spin that lasted on into the planets' memory. Rotation shaped the planet. When hit by other planets or asteroids chunks of the planet itself would spill out and circle the planet forming natural satellites or moons as we say it. Elements formed from novae would shower occasionally and water came into existence in our goldilocks habitat formed around 5 billion years ago. Our planet, now contained carbon, water and a safe distance from the young sun. Still hot, the condition was just right for the carbon to link up to a single helix of coding strand of genome in the storms and heat back then. Out of several strands of genomes, some collapsed and some didn't. The ones that didn't lived on to surround itself with water and the protein monomer it had would trigger formation of proteins similar to it by a relatively simple process (at that time). Mutations are frequent. They still are. It's just that the ones that aren't compatible with the environment are wiped out and what remains is the end result. Anyways, so formed the earliest micro organism. Mutations would thrive on and form 2, 4, 16, 32 and so on celled organisms and millions and millions of years later, we'd come into existence in our tailed form. It took us more than 5 million years just to get rid of our tails so you can imagine the countless number of years it took us to get here. With evolution, our once curious mind that brought fire as a basic need now makes gadgets so complex that perhaps it is of equal complexity as the setting of the universe (or perhaps not, yet). We lived together, made weapons out of stone, iron. Then we made houses where we'd live permanently. We farmed. We made society which needed a control and so comes the need of God. God served to unite the people and divide. It was a matter of existence back then, it really was necessary to create a fatherly figure, though imaginary and supported only by the natural phenomenon like thunders which were mysterious back then, to unite people together, make sense of it all and grow. It is all understood up to this point.
Most of this has been verified and those that haven't (like say the exact flow of what came first, etc) have a very strong indication of being true. But, with progress of human society, we seem to have regressed. We speak of TT and tt and cross it to make a F1 generation of Tt and Tt and a F2 generation of TT, Tt, tT, tt and yet, it is a sad realization that we, with all this knowledge in our mind, still believe that an imaginary being made us out of nowhere and nothing. We see the beauty of it all and say "behold! how can it be that this is all a matter of chance?" We constantly fail to realize that what we perceive of our surrounding is only what we can perceive We can perceive light, sound, touch and smell and we have conscience. We are perceiving reality based on our sense organs and it is painfully obvious that it might not be the entirety of the universe and yet we are so defiant when someone challenges our beliefs. On some documentary, I saw a man, self-righteous in his words, claim that a sick person can be cured of all illness with the whims of this so-called 'god'. He'll probably die of sickness if he refuses to medications which have been proven efficacious based on evidence. People talk of some deity that has 4 heads and sits on a lotus while making everything, a wilder deity who wears skins of animals and has a serpent wound around his neck and delivers justice. No, it is alright if we choose to be stupid. But, do we really have the right to force-feed our children such idiocy? We can believe in cartoon characters if we want to. We can believe in superheroes if we want to, but do we have the right to present this as a 'truth' to our children and yet ask them to study the books which says otherwise? We are pitiful creatures really, no?
Thursday, October 4, 2012
The Lying Voices
The whispering voices, too careful they may -
Unveil a secret in the numbers they say,
1, 3, 19, 21, 40 and nil,
(The voices then hold their breathes and remain still.)
In my death I saw a dream,
Of a thousand - ten thousand screams,
I hear jokes, joy, happiness and laughter,
And fear, tears, death -- and silence thereafter.
Death stared right into my face,
And, with a tone full of disgrace,
She laughed, she said - "Do you really think,
that I believe you're not afraid of me?"
"How could she possibly see through me?", I scoffed,
"Does my cloak not hide my inner self enough?"
"It's not for you to decide, You are but an animal reigned to ride,"
"It's no use disregarding me, my love. You are but a man inside"
Then she turned, and with a grin, she leapt with a hiss,
Held me by my chin and on my lips - she planted a kiss,
"Oh, you poor child, look at your eyes - are those tears?"
She laughed - she laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed,
All I felt was fear.
Death is a friend of mine.
The whispering voices still echo within my mind,
They lie all the same - they lie and they remind -
Me of what I am - a foolish, mediocre soul,
Doomed to vanish into null none different than them all.
Unveil a secret in the numbers they say,
1, 3, 19, 21, 40 and nil,
(The voices then hold their breathes and remain still.)
In my death I saw a dream,
Of a thousand - ten thousand screams,
I hear jokes, joy, happiness and laughter,
And fear, tears, death -- and silence thereafter.
Death stared right into my face,
And, with a tone full of disgrace,
She laughed, she said - "Do you really think,
that I believe you're not afraid of me?"
"How could she possibly see through me?", I scoffed,
"Does my cloak not hide my inner self enough?"
"It's not for you to decide, You are but an animal reigned to ride,"
"It's no use disregarding me, my love. You are but a man inside"
Then she turned, and with a grin, she leapt with a hiss,
Held me by my chin and on my lips - she planted a kiss,
"Oh, you poor child, look at your eyes - are those tears?"
She laughed - she laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed,
All I felt was fear.
Death is a friend of mine.
The whispering voices still echo within my mind,
They lie all the same - they lie and they remind -
Me of what I am - a foolish, mediocre soul,
Doomed to vanish into null none different than them all.
Thursday, September 13, 2012
Wind 'neath His Wings
When sanity reigns, she holds him close,
When the horse leaps off, little does she knows -
How the bruises in the face burn his lashes,
How his hopes burn into fumes and ashes.
With joy, comes a warm embrace,
With doubt - a scorning disgrace,
She dances, with her heart, if there is light around,
But, when darkness falls, she's nowhere to be found.
His heart means nothing - plenty have been broken,
His soul is as triflous - a superfluous token,
His tears - drops of mediocrity, his words - profane,
His pain - humor and his feelings - hopeless, mundane.
She feels for him, but pity and sorrow,
And, unless he can recover tomorrow -
She will be gone,
She will be gone.
When the horse leaps off, little does she knows -
How the bruises in the face burn his lashes,
How his hopes burn into fumes and ashes.
With joy, comes a warm embrace,
With doubt - a scorning disgrace,
She dances, with her heart, if there is light around,
But, when darkness falls, she's nowhere to be found.
His heart means nothing - plenty have been broken,
His soul is as triflous - a superfluous token,
His tears - drops of mediocrity, his words - profane,
His pain - humor and his feelings - hopeless, mundane.
She feels for him, but pity and sorrow,
And, unless he can recover tomorrow -
She will be gone,
She will be gone.
Saturday, September 8, 2012
Colors
"Does this come in other colors?"
There comes a time in every dog's life when he just sits in oblivion - a dumb and yet profound realization of self and the surrounding. Insight - it is, perhaps, the most awe-inspiring jewel we can possess. No, I wouldn't dare suggest we are special in any way. I wouldn't dare. It just simply isn't so. We are all petty creatures born of existence - matters culminating in a dire withdrawal, surrounding itself with water and thriving to exist, to maintain the milieu just a moment longer. The thrive continues still and we, still, are the same. Our physical apprehension of the universe - the majestic, and of time - the absolute and our inability to comprehend the matter we are made up of in quantum level, our inability to relate to the theory of relativity some great Jew scientist proposed and our inability to acknowledge 'nothing' at its purest form is, perhaps, far from the actual image the universe radiates through its magnificent self. We are but lowly creatures meant for no big achievement, we are not important. We are not significant.
And, yet we have something special - insight and most of all a curiosity - an ever lasting hunger for knowledge of ourselves and our surrounding, our origins and of what will be of us upon our demise. The notion of 'God' and other imaginary creatures provide us with enough insight to live a lifetime but with growing hunger, with advancing age, we, sooner or later, come to realize that it won't be just for our 'self's. We wish not to delude ourselves but to know the truth - howsoever elegant or mediocre.
There comes a time in every dog's life when he just sits in oblivion. He stares at the ground, breathes and keeps still for a-amount of time after which he walks away in seeming disappointment. We aren't dogs, see. We are not animals. We, once, were but with time we have grown to be so much more and it isn't filling to our conscience to be one again. We are lively creatures - creatures among which some have grown to be some form of glue that holds the notion of social dignity and some who wish to know more and more and more and more. Some grow and go in ignorance. Some grow and go in utter disappointment. And, then, there are few who grow and go in a hue of luminescence - a deprivation from the physical form of life holds them back as much as a byte off of an error log does to a programmer. They go in a brilliance. But, the twig remains - they go nonetheless.
So, despite everything, we are still not a bit more significant than that dog who every once in a while sits and stares without making a sound other than its muffled cry for help - that someone walk up to him and tell him that there is more to life than that piece of bone he's been chasing after - that there is a heaven anticipating his return and his master waiting for him for another round of catch-the-ball. No, we are the same, after all.
The nature of these sorts of quest for insight are dubious. Someone once said, if our conscience were so easy to understand, we would be so simple that we wouldn't be able to understand it. That makes sense. Insight can only reach a maximum level before it collapses on itself.
I once tried reasoning my conscious activities with the sub-conscious. It seemed easy, see. After all, I was in the habit of doing the same with others. Observing what they do and then trying to deduce the working of their sub-conscious. But, alas! if only I could do the same with me. The harder I tried, the more complex it became and not before long I had to give up telling myself this exact line - if I were so easy to deduce an insight from, then perhaps I would be too naive to be able to do it. That day, I tore up all the records I had of those observations I had made over the years. That night - I realized what I am. That night I realized what significance I hold and what I mean in the grand picture. A grain of sand in the desert.
And, yet, today I ask the shopkeeper if an item was available in some other color. Color is, perhaps, the biggest nuisance of all the flaws we have. We can appreciate colors, yes. But, dogs can't. They see in greys. Some fishes do not even possess sight. Therefore, it is perhaps obvious that what we see of light isn't its entirity. It isn't the visual image of the oh-so-divine universe.
It is insight, a mockery to self and a curse for those who possess it. And, yet, the most beautiful jewel that can possess us. But, then there are a few moments of hormonal euphoria that overshadows joy and sorrow alike. Like the count would say after he lost a bride, "hollow", we feel that way. We feel, yes we do. We feel things that are beyond our capacity. We feel anger we cannot define. We feel love we cannot express in words or even any audible sounds. We hear voices in our head - voices so tantalizing, voices so lucid that it is difficult and sometimes impossible even to assume it lies only within our heads. We feel awe we cannot describe. We feel pensive at some rendezvous of memories we can only elicit as words in poems. We write words in rhymes all the while knowing that it will never deliver to its audience what it does to us. We take photographs - trying to capture every precious moments. They will not see the feelings hidden behind that mask. They will not see your delight. They will only see a reflection of what you did. So, what significance does color have after all, I wonder. Does it even have any?
In a prism, a white light collapses into a spectrum. In the same prism, atomic light separates into finer streaks of light. Something so subjective can never lead to a greater good. "Nice Shades"? Ha! Are you sure the color table set in your mind is the same as mine? I mean - what if what you perceive as 'blue' is a different shade of green to me? It sounds almost possible. After all, visual recognition is an acquired character. You have been taught to call it 'blue' and so you call it 'blue'. I might see a different shade and I have been calling it blue. When some object of that particular color comes in front of us, we call it 'blue' unknown to us that we might not be seeing the same color. Maybe that's why we have preference on a particular color. If our basic setting is the same, we should've admired the same color. But, we don't, do we? Say we all were set to like green by default. Now, you might be calling it 'blue', I might be calling it 'cyan' even. So, then our favorites would vary as much as that. You will disdain my 'cyan' not knowing that it is your choice as well - just not in the objective world. It seems as if we are but mere victim of subjective prejudices.
How can colors be so important? Why would I, on any grounds whatsoever, ask the shopkeeper if he has an item structurally and functionally the same but just on different color?
There comes a time in every dog's life when he just sits in oblivion - a dumb and yet profound realization of self and the surrounding. Insight - it is, perhaps, the most awe-inspiring jewel we can possess. No, I wouldn't dare suggest we are special in any way. I wouldn't dare. It just simply isn't so. We are all petty creatures born of existence - matters culminating in a dire withdrawal, surrounding itself with water and thriving to exist, to maintain the milieu just a moment longer. The thrive continues still and we, still, are the same. Our physical apprehension of the universe - the majestic, and of time - the absolute and our inability to comprehend the matter we are made up of in quantum level, our inability to relate to the theory of relativity some great Jew scientist proposed and our inability to acknowledge 'nothing' at its purest form is, perhaps, far from the actual image the universe radiates through its magnificent self. We are but lowly creatures meant for no big achievement, we are not important. We are not significant.
And, yet we have something special - insight and most of all a curiosity - an ever lasting hunger for knowledge of ourselves and our surrounding, our origins and of what will be of us upon our demise. The notion of 'God' and other imaginary creatures provide us with enough insight to live a lifetime but with growing hunger, with advancing age, we, sooner or later, come to realize that it won't be just for our 'self's. We wish not to delude ourselves but to know the truth - howsoever elegant or mediocre.
There comes a time in every dog's life when he just sits in oblivion. He stares at the ground, breathes and keeps still for a-amount of time after which he walks away in seeming disappointment. We aren't dogs, see. We are not animals. We, once, were but with time we have grown to be so much more and it isn't filling to our conscience to be one again. We are lively creatures - creatures among which some have grown to be some form of glue that holds the notion of social dignity and some who wish to know more and more and more and more. Some grow and go in ignorance. Some grow and go in utter disappointment. And, then, there are few who grow and go in a hue of luminescence - a deprivation from the physical form of life holds them back as much as a byte off of an error log does to a programmer. They go in a brilliance. But, the twig remains - they go nonetheless.
So, despite everything, we are still not a bit more significant than that dog who every once in a while sits and stares without making a sound other than its muffled cry for help - that someone walk up to him and tell him that there is more to life than that piece of bone he's been chasing after - that there is a heaven anticipating his return and his master waiting for him for another round of catch-the-ball. No, we are the same, after all.
The nature of these sorts of quest for insight are dubious. Someone once said, if our conscience were so easy to understand, we would be so simple that we wouldn't be able to understand it. That makes sense. Insight can only reach a maximum level before it collapses on itself.
I once tried reasoning my conscious activities with the sub-conscious. It seemed easy, see. After all, I was in the habit of doing the same with others. Observing what they do and then trying to deduce the working of their sub-conscious. But, alas! if only I could do the same with me. The harder I tried, the more complex it became and not before long I had to give up telling myself this exact line - if I were so easy to deduce an insight from, then perhaps I would be too naive to be able to do it. That day, I tore up all the records I had of those observations I had made over the years. That night - I realized what I am. That night I realized what significance I hold and what I mean in the grand picture. A grain of sand in the desert.
And, yet, today I ask the shopkeeper if an item was available in some other color. Color is, perhaps, the biggest nuisance of all the flaws we have. We can appreciate colors, yes. But, dogs can't. They see in greys. Some fishes do not even possess sight. Therefore, it is perhaps obvious that what we see of light isn't its entirity. It isn't the visual image of the oh-so-divine universe.
It is insight, a mockery to self and a curse for those who possess it. And, yet, the most beautiful jewel that can possess us. But, then there are a few moments of hormonal euphoria that overshadows joy and sorrow alike. Like the count would say after he lost a bride, "hollow", we feel that way. We feel, yes we do. We feel things that are beyond our capacity. We feel anger we cannot define. We feel love we cannot express in words or even any audible sounds. We hear voices in our head - voices so tantalizing, voices so lucid that it is difficult and sometimes impossible even to assume it lies only within our heads. We feel awe we cannot describe. We feel pensive at some rendezvous of memories we can only elicit as words in poems. We write words in rhymes all the while knowing that it will never deliver to its audience what it does to us. We take photographs - trying to capture every precious moments. They will not see the feelings hidden behind that mask. They will not see your delight. They will only see a reflection of what you did. So, what significance does color have after all, I wonder. Does it even have any?
In a prism, a white light collapses into a spectrum. In the same prism, atomic light separates into finer streaks of light. Something so subjective can never lead to a greater good. "Nice Shades"? Ha! Are you sure the color table set in your mind is the same as mine? I mean - what if what you perceive as 'blue' is a different shade of green to me? It sounds almost possible. After all, visual recognition is an acquired character. You have been taught to call it 'blue' and so you call it 'blue'. I might see a different shade and I have been calling it blue. When some object of that particular color comes in front of us, we call it 'blue' unknown to us that we might not be seeing the same color. Maybe that's why we have preference on a particular color. If our basic setting is the same, we should've admired the same color. But, we don't, do we? Say we all were set to like green by default. Now, you might be calling it 'blue', I might be calling it 'cyan' even. So, then our favorites would vary as much as that. You will disdain my 'cyan' not knowing that it is your choice as well - just not in the objective world. It seems as if we are but mere victim of subjective prejudices.
How can colors be so important? Why would I, on any grounds whatsoever, ask the shopkeeper if he has an item structurally and functionally the same but just on different color?
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