Optics may give reason for how through what, but reason through why is divine. There’s a clear mind in the sky over our city, collectively aware and soothing. Such is proof that blind poets and deaf musicians make children of us all. Can you hear the strings, the symphonies in the soft buds of May? Can you feel the empty fullness of the clouds through your fingertips, through the atomic grooves of your fingerprints?

I’ve read the ancient poetry of Greece and they do not describe the sky as brilliantly blue. Perhaps their minds, their vision, weren’t adapted, evolved enough to experience blue. Perhaps their minds couldn’t handle a calm world surrounding them. Perhaps they couldn’t project their peace strongly enough unto to the sky that they saw. Quantum.

How do bees see the sky? What color, what shade of ultraviolet that we have not the capacity to comprehend?

I’ve heard that blue is the most human color.

There is a crucial difference between believing that the world was created for us and believing that the world was created by us. Consciousness is king!