Some colors are just not worth talking about. Others deserve more attention than we can possibly give them. The vast majority are unremarkable but at least they are innocuous. Consider, for example, cobalt blue, amaranth, and caput mortuum. Into which category does each fall?
And while I’m talking about colors, doesn’t it seem that some music can be brilliant, angry red, the sort of shrieking noise that can wake you up from a deep slumber, while other tunes behave as muted greys, barely visible in dark rooms, almost like dim little sleeping pills made of sound?
If I allow myself to think of colors and sounds and light in ways that challenge my brain, I can reach beyond the limits I set for myself, and beyond those set for me.