Thanks, and possibly apologies, to the spirit of JFK, watching a black and white Ronald Reagan rerun.
Some people say they don't see color or caste. I look for others who do see color and want to make rhapsodies together with symphonic us. I long to see more multiculturing colors and less monocultural monochromatic white v black monotheistic responsibility for opportunities at-risk among those organically gifted mammals who don't believe a colorful Earth could sacredly matter. Some people see color and say "Why?" Yet when we can see that same color within a prism's octave unity, wisdom might well engage "Why not!?" Ask not what your eagle nation's indigenous coloring can do for you; ask what your wise owl poly-colored relationships can do for our way too straight beige nation. Or, even better, ask both eagle and owl light perception and night wisdom as if co-arising spectral passions and non-violent resonance. Some people say they don't see or hear or feel color but have no problem remembering their own, and how they are and are not appreciated for diverse symphonic opportunities. I look for those who do see color and hope to make far more wisdom of it than I could ever imagine monoculturally alone monotheistically lonely monochromatically white as an unholistic ghost.
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