De colores

So when I think about colors, I've never thought about shades-from Black to White and everything in between ... or different shades of red.

I've always thought of explosions of color, like galaxies and star clusters. But I don't know where this idea came from, it's been in my head since before before.

Sike. Not before before, but since I was a kid.

Also. Those spurts of color are also how I've always thought of human consciousness. I subscribe to the idea that there is a soul, and there's nothing we could draw up to describe what this looks like.

But since I was a kid, I always imagine this ball of color, or energy ... on some intergalactic mathematic shiznit. And with this idea, whenever I was on stage performing, I imagined parts of that energy in myself reaching out and wrapping up with other people's energy ... like I was guiding their attention.

Visualizing capturing them at the essence made me feel like I really was, and since I meant it, people believed it ... and so I think "knowing" what I was doing made it so ...

And I was sober.