Yesterday, I asked you to identify the one Color of Life — and that single article made me think along many difference paths as I contemplated your answers. At first, I thought the answer was Green; but I’ve come to believe the color of life is really: Red.
Gordon was the first to answer with “Green” as the color of life:
Green – the leaves in the trees. Green – the lovely grass that I
occasionally see in the city. Green also is the tea that I drink, full
of flavor and life. Green is an explosively positive colour in my
wardrobe. Even a mossy green means that there’s life there. 🙂
Gordon’s analysis was my original answer as I wrote the inquiry article. Green takes an ecological view of the world as he so rightly describes. Is green a human color or is green the color of the natural world around us?
Next to answer was liminallife — with the illegal double-hyphenated-answer “Yellow-white” — that still proved to be enticing:
Yellow-white. The color of the sun, and the light that is the ultimate source of all the energy on our world.
Is the sun yellow — or it is golden or orange? Is yellow the color of fire? I want to know more about the reasoning behind the yellow answer because, to me, yellow is the color of death and cowardice. Yellow is the color of infection and of rotting and of old age.
Kimberley rounded our out analysis by providing a stinging argument for Red:
Red is the most human and biological answer. Red is of our blood and vested in our dangers. Red is a warning against all other colors. Red cuts for both passion and anger. Red is the first perceived human color and we are awash in Red at our births and diminished in Red in our deaths.
Red is the answer.
I am still left with two remnants from my internal wondering yesterday.
Blue was another choice. Blue blends our heavens and our earth. Blue is the sky above and the oceans beneath. Blue is the organic color of life. Blue is the everlasting promise that everything will be fine.
I was also tempted to use Black as my answer. Black is, perhaps, the most religious answer because the absence of Black — of darkness, of the eternal pit — is the most vibrant indicator of the light of life. We are released from Black and into our light at birth and we tremble into Black as our lives stumble from us at the end. Black is both the start and finish of life.
I thank you for you color perceptions — and if you have any other answers or insights on The Color of Life, I urge you to share them with us now.