How easy it is to paint people With one color, With one broad brush. Over time the various Colors on your palette Swirl together to form globs Of gray. And now your monochrome Judgement renders your world A bleak, barren desert of ashes. No longer do you see the world and its People in its colorful splendor. Some become acclimated to this dulled Perception that has taken hold. A perception that dominates the Senses and gradually turns the brain Into gray mush. Undead they become, starving creatures With the urge to devour. To hurt. No empathy. No compassion. No feeling.
Others, thankfully, know better. Palettes must be cleansed regularly, Layers of dried, crusted paint scraped off With patience. Then fresh paint is restored. Fresh perspectives, encounters, and knowledge Passed down by models to the artist. Yes, we are artists. We paint the world as we deem fit, Plastering on others one’s own Values, morals, and ideals. But the true masters of this craft go beyond, Discerning the vast spectrum of colors That compose a human soul.
But that takes time. Years of experience and keen observation. But possible.