Monday, April 20, 2009

the colour that has no name

marc chagall wrote, “in our life there is a single colour, as on an artist's palette, which provides the meaning of life and art. it is the colour of love.” marc also said that "all colours are the friends of their neighbors and the lovers of their opposites.”

this opens some intriguing metaphors, some rich and lovely discussions - inside my head and out.

what are love's neighbours?

is hate in fact the opposite of love? some people love to hate. others hate to love.

love is without condition. it knows no whim, no caprice, no twist of fate that places you squarely in the eyes or arms of another person. it is the colour that contains all colours. it is the colour that has no name. it is the colour of silence.

it is wrapped inside the earthly metaphor of romantic love but deliquesced into something much grander, much simpler, and without condition.

it is the love that connects all and everything.

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