Color Theories From a lamp black darkness my life is enlightened by a titanium white light. Making visible the full spectrum of the world before me. I sing the cobalt blues with a paintbrush. Crying reflective tears under a warm cadmium yellow sun. Feet on soft sap green fields spotted with yellow ochre flowers. Lime green highlights dance in the trees as the wind blows. I smile a rainbow of emotions. Cut by a cold silver blade I bleed alizarin crimson and scream in red oxide. A pink heart beats with the assistance of a phthalo blue core. One stroke of the brush is a novel— the finished painting is a library of thought. I dream in beautiful hues and have desaturated nightmares. While sailing on ultramarine seas I weather violet storms that color me pale green. When the gray clouds brake cerulean blue skies await. Living in a transparent world, taken over by an opaque evil, I sing golden hymns to an iridescent God. In a speckled rain I recognize the perfection of black and white in absolute harmony. One could not exist without the other. Small and large. Hard and soft. Happy and sad. Dark and light. Good and evil. Love and hate. You and I. Us and them. We and they. It is all black and white. Balanced. One.