when a painter paints
black, it doesn't destroy other colora but preserves it within the walls of
black. It leaves us to the imagination of subtle, to see us everything possible
and not just what painter wanted us to see. It is open, although its been
ptotected by black. It is not vision but our intuition that keeps us looking.
And our shadows, that
never leaves us. It is what that defines us. Beauty is perception but our
shadows leaves us in a perfect notion of reality about itself. All shadows are
same, and so we have to see deep within to distinguish a person, which is real
self. Black is philosophical identifier, it is a muse of an intelligentsia.
It is the color of
vaccuum and also the color of universe. Black hole can stop time and leaves you
bewildering in timeless imagination. Deep tunnel tests the stand of hope
against time. It is the color in absence of all the color. And when you realize
it is most unbiased color that dissolves all the color and , I go and light a
small candle and light of that can tear apart the darkness raging from
thousands of years in the jungle.
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