We're but a collection of monochrome films,
each it's own color.
Pixels on a screen,
giving life its big animated motion picture.
You are the absence of color in our cinema screen;
white.
I am the absorption or combination of all combined;
black.
So why then, when reflected through a prism your light
gives a rainbow?
It must be the light versus a color, without the light there is
no Technicolor.
We're but a composition of a continuous film,
and ensemble of the cinema of life.
Sep 10, 2014
Sep 10, 2014 at 5:15 PM UTC
We're but a collection of monochrome films,
each it's own color.
Pixels on a screen,
giving life its big animated motion picture.
You are the absence of color in our cinema screen;
white.
I am the absorption or combination of all combined;
black.
So why then, when reflected through a prism your light
gives a rainbow?
It must be the light versus a color, without the light there is
no Technicolor.
We're but a composition of a continuous film,
and ensemble of the cinema of life.
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