You know…

Life,

in all its complexity,

often gets funneled down into these...

models,

these

constructs.

We talk about spectrums,

scales,

gradients,

as if existence neatly slots into these predefined lanes.

But what if it doesn't?

Every moment, emotion, and perception is its own entity,

It's as if we're looking at a painting and insisting on seeing only primary colors,

People,

they've often been guilty of simplifying this grand tapestry.

a unique color if you will,

when in reality

stories,

And it's both bewildering and restricting.

that doesn't quite fit into the color wheels we've constructed.

there's a symphony of shades and hues that defy categorization.

the very narratives that surround us,

It's like being handed a palette with only three colors and being told to paint your dreams.

You know, there's a heavy price for trying to shatter that wheel. Embracing every color, every experience as its own distinct phenomenon... it's not just about seeing things differently. It's about challenging the very foundation of our understanding, the constructs we've been handed down. To break it means to question reason itself, the core philosophies, the underpinnings of our modern world, the very axioms that form our reality — and our sanity. And well, you've got to toe the line, right? You can't access resources, let alone board an Ark, unless you play the part, perform that prescribed sanity. There's a cost to seeing and showing new colors. And it's a cost I've grappled with, time and time again.