“Were a person to take hatred as a neutral definition, it would merely reveal the definition of ‘change’. To change, is to first be discontent. It is because that was, and still is, the mindset behind every revolutionary, every inventor, and every creator ever known to the world. Even of the husband and wife who make love beneath bed sheets, and create a child, had acted out of the essence of hatred; and such means, to change, because such a child could indeed spark change, and would not be a mere stone to see as stagnant. There is a wisdom that says to live a perfect life, one must be a vegetable, incapable of moving to create fright, or to create harm. To step, and to step upon an insect, created change, or rather, was an act of hatred; and by seeing hatred, in that sense, is to see hatred in a neutral definition. For of all the colors to life, they each represent change, an individual change, and not ever contentment. To be content, is to be in love, or to be loved; and this would mean to never belong to color, or never to belong to change or discontent. To be discontented, is to be feeling the world of hatred, that which life is born upon, to continually change and create ever-more color; and this would make the two black entities between life as the only way life can attain equality. That is, to be in love, or to be dead.”
“Among the many colors to the rainbow, there are also the shades and the hues that people deny for its meaning in black and white. When one describes their own personality as a red, or a blue, here is me to question whether the red is dark or light, as a red, and the blue, the same. Does one desire proof? Then, refer to the coastal cities, near the ocean, where during the evening, as the ocean turns from a light blue to a dark blue, there you’ll see the moods of the people changing, due to such a heightening melancholy atmosphere. There are other places, too, that reveal this, but as to personalities, polarities exist so that one does not become monochrome. For to merely be red, is to be gray. To merely be blue, is to be gray. One must know in which direction they lean, so that clarity is met.”
The colored rainbow possesses each of the following colors: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet. The missing colors are black, white, and pink.
Between life, is birth and death. They each represent the color of black. Black is the color of fertility. A woman’s body is land. Land is fertile when dark. Land is infertile when light, akin to the desert, or the pale skin of a dead person. A volcano’s lava will create dark earth, and will be fertile for new vegetation. During childbirth, a woman’s rapid contractions is the same for symbolism, among fertility. A volcano’s rumbling, that is. Life begins in fertility and ends in fertility. That is to say that life begins upon the color black and ends on the color black. Life is an array of colors, and the limited discontent and hatred. Through the volcano, and during eruption, such “red waters” are released from a woman’s body, alike to lava, blackening, and her body becomes once more, fertile.
Of white, there is where love exists. A woman wears white on her wedding to reveal not only purity, but the possession of love that a man knows will be his rest. For he has worked, and has stressed, until coming to the point where his possession of a wife, will be his ultimate achievement. He is reminded, until death creates the parting, that love is the achievement he should not lose. It is only lost, when not only death through the physical body is manifested, but also disloyalty. When a man is loyal, a woman is loyal, and the words “till death do us part” as the wedding vows, reflect this, as well. It is also because “black”, which is what a man wears, is there to remind him of death, and of his potential mistakes. Destruction takes places among the burned form, and through ashes, as is what a human turns to when dead, destruction may indeed be the thing a man controls. To turn a marriage to dust, through disloyalty.
Of pink, there is virginity and the newness of anything. It is the first sign of discontent. After pink, there is white; and after white, there is black. Pink never returns, because youth, as well as virginity, can never return, soon as it passes. The infant is pink. The hymen is pink. This all translates to, “After pink or newness, there is white or love; and after white or love, there is death or discontent”. And this translates to “discontent challenges love”, or “discontent challenges loyalty”. Newness of life, creates the love of life, and the death of life, is death of loyalty to life. That is, Man should remain loyal to Woman, and if Man is ever disloyal to Woman, then Woman will be disloyal to life. It is because Woman will act as Man, through being disloyal, as well. As the reflection is where love is defined, and one discovers their “other half” in a beloved husband or wife, that which begins life will be the Man to warm a woman’s heart. And should he be disloyal to make her heart cold, then she will become selfish in her loneliness, and betray life. That is, the abortion of infants will become the norm, when love is gone. A man’s actions inevitably create a woman’s reactions, as the mind will always be the influence to the heart, as a thought creates an emotion.