“All colors are depictions of gatherings. They are the prettiness that exists upon the outer, while the truth is within to the inner. How much to be distracted by those colors, those divisions? They are infinite in their spawn. They do not fight with one another. They believe themselves unified, under those colors.
Yet, it is the truth that will scare colors away. For truth holds no color, no distinction, no separation, from itself. Truth is merely what lies beneath the skin, the surface, the shallows. A human will resent truth, when their fear compels them to stay afloat, never to dive beneath to see something deeper. For it is that they’ll believe themselves drowning.”– Modern Romanticism