FOOD FOR THOUGHT:
A couple weeks ago I learned something very alarming – hold onto
your hat; there is no color “pink”. Apparently
scientists have determined that because red and violet are at opposite ends of the
color spectrum (ROYGBIV), pink can’t exist without bending the rainbow a bit. But, of course, there are critics.
Scientific American blogger Michael Moyer points
to research that indicates that all color, whether in the rainbow or not, is a
fabrication of our brains. ????? He
quotes biologist Timothy H. Goldsmith as noting that, “Color is not
actually a property of light or of objects that reflect light. It is a
sensation ???? that arises within the brain.” He concludes by
stating that, “Pink is real—or it is not—but it is just as real or not-real as
red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and violet.” ?????
...Isn't he saying the exact same thing?
Now I’m REALLY confused! Is the pink I see “REAL” or isn’t it? If I like the color pink, is it because the “sensation” I subconsciously feel from the interaction of the color spectrum is pleasant and comforting to me? If someone HATES pink does that speak to something psychologically “uncomfortable” about them? Do you see pink the way I see pink?
Now I’m REALLY concerned!
Who’s gonna tell the flamingo’s?
The band, “PINK”?
All the Floridians who have painted their
house an imaginary color?
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Do “My Little Pony’s” really exist? What about “Hello
Kitty”? Is pink really a “feminine” color? When men crossed the fashion faux-pas line a
few years ago and began wearing pink shirts and pink ties and pink socks, was it because of
some universal phenomenon that suddenly changed light refraction such that the
color pink was now appealing to them?
Did “PINK” take control of their minds?
The suggestion that pink is not real begs the
question…”What is?” Philosophers have
long suggested that our lives are an illusion.
That, perhaps, none of this is “real”. That
came as quite a shock to me. If my life
is an illusion, why would I ever paint it with unhappiness, illness, or
crisis? Is life like our dreams; our
brain delivering us into snippets of crazy experiences that are a convoluted
representation of the world as our brain
sees it? If that’s the case, who or what
is really in control? WHAT???? If you’re confused, don’t worry; so am
I.
My point is, I live and experience “life” every day;
that I am sure of. If I could paint my life a “happy” color, I
would paint it pink. If my life were
pink, there would be no sadness, anger, illness or crisis. If my life were pink it would be exactly what
Dorothy and friends EXPECTED to
discover when they arrived at the wizards palace, not the illusion they
uncovered. If my life were pink, my life
would be “perfect”. But now my twisted
mind has hit a wall because I know as sure as I’m sitting here that there is no
such thing as “perfect”. “Perfect” would
mean EVERYONE agreed on the definition of “perfection” and I know that will
never happen because we can’t even agree on whether the color pink exists.
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