Dear human, I want you to view me in a light that you are not wise enough to see. Your eyes have not aged enough to identify the particular hues I consist of. I am a spectrum of majestic experiences. I attempt to recognize the fullness of humans, beautiful and difficult, for all that they are. You could never do this as I do.
The difference is stunningly stark. A rainbow on one side, yet darkness on the other. Your irises are too monochromic- not enough color in them. I feel we gain colors as we experience; as we learn.
You simply lack in that area, my dear. I wish you didn’t.