I decided to go to merriamwebster.com today and look up the definitions for red, blue, yellow and green. The adjective definition of all started with the same three words; "of the color" and then stated the word in question. I was curious to see how a dictionary would define something as experiential as color. It couldn't.
Johanna,Isaiah, Katie(the neighbor dog), and I were out on a walk this evening. I was telling Johanna about my discovery of color being undefinable. We got into a conversation about how interesting it was to think about the things you can't really tell someone about without them having the same base of knowledge. I mean what is salty if you've never tasted salt? Can one explain the texture of curly hair beneath fingers, or how velvety a black person's skin feels? What is soft if you have never felt something soft? Then of course I spiritualized by saying the classic, "It's like God," line. What is divine if you've not experienced Him? And even if you have experienced Him how do you describe Him? I guess I could pop in the DVD of "The Passion of the Christ".
Sometimes I feel like a blind person trying to describe the color magenta without ever having seen it.
About Me
- tomirose
- I'm a wife of a wonderful man, mom to three awesome children. I like to laugh, encourage, and I would love to write. I think community is a wonderful thing, and I'd like people to be less cynical about church, not THE church, but the institution that we call the church. I think soul patches, piercings and tattoos are kinda cool; attitudes are not. Sometimes I lie in bed and think about weird things.. like why I like the taste of bubblemint gum, but despise the taste of our youngest son's bubblemint flavored toothpaste, or if our older children have already met their future spouses, how amazing it is that I've been married to the same man for thirty-two years, and why dryer lint looks the way it does. I hate having cold feet, being too hot, and stubbing my pinkie toe. I like to read pretty much anything but angsty poetry, well no I lied..not about the angsty poetry, but I don't much like to read biographies either. Laundry is the bane of my existence, along with cleaning out the refrigerator, and just plain cleaning.
1 comment:
i describe the color magenta as the electric feeling you get on the sides of your tongue when you eat a strawberry flavored sour patch kid, while sniffing geraniums.
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