I once owned a pair of rose colored glasses. They cracked after I left them in a hot car during church. That seems appropriate.

Above: Mario can fly with the help of a cape.

I wish that I could fly. I think about it a lot. I’m not sure if flying with wings or telekinesis is cooler. Probably, the best thing would be psionic wings that appear at the whim of the flyer. The main trouble would be that flying by even a conservative estimate would make you twice as tired as running a comparable distance. So, I’d get tired halfway up a building. Especially going over something as opposed to flying parallel to the earth. Pulling one’s weight up can be tiresome at any speed, as many hikers will testify. If you flew with wings, obviously your wings would be tired afterwards, but to fly with mental abilities would either cause full body tiredness or a throbbing headache. Still, none of these considerations taint my desire to fly. It is still as pure as the heart of a young child wearing a Superman cape, which is to say greedy and self-centered.

No one thinks that the view from behind colored glasses is an accurate view of reality. Colored glasses act by removing certain shades from light. Glasses that seem to make things brighter do so by leaving only colors that the human eye can easily make out. The enhanced brightness is, in fact, an illusion.

People think that red, yellow and blue are the primary colors. That is not true. Red, green, and blue are the primary emission colors and magenta, yellow and cyan are the primary absorption colors. Using pigment on top of white paper to produce certain colors, all you need do is add varying amounts of magenta, yellow and cyan plus some black and white to fix any mistakes. When projecting light from a cathode ray tube, combine red, green and blue to make the desired hue. Sentences work like light in a way too. You combine a few different things to make something that is sort of like its parts, yet unique. However, there is a possibility that a color or idea could be completely unrelated to existing colors or ideas and thus not able to expressed in terms of constituent parts, like ultraviolet or love.

Knowledge and power really are equivalent, in that both are primarily harnessed as means by which an individual can get whatever she desires. That, of course, is the weakness of science. Oppenheimer should have known the atom bomb would be used for promoting America’s interest above all else. The atom bomb is knowledge made power. The past couple of decades have seen an increase in the amount of knowledge available to the public. Now, kids look in an Internet encyclopedia and learn of sex and penises and vaginas, while their mom putters in the kitchen. Knowledge is neutral, but human nature is not. Human nature is using knowledge for immediate gratification of desire. However, should we then curse information? No, information just shows what was already below the surface. Information forces us to acknowledge what is there instead of just assuming it isn’t. I say give every man the atomic bomb, so then we will know the depths of our souls. Sure, the results won’t be pretty, but they will be honest. Then in the honest rubble of the earth, we can ask ourselves why our hearts wanted to do such things, why we wanted to destroy one another. What matters is not the outward appearance, but the inner reality.

Above: The ants living here do not understand their place in the universe.

All people look at life through filtering lenses. No one can see in radio or gamma rays, but they are just as much a collection light waves as the color green. More over people filter out things that are disagreeable to them, war in foreign countries, the eventual death of everyone they know, the seedy underground sins of their friends, colleagues and self. All these things are natural, because humans have one real evolutionary advantage: we adapt well. Now, we aren’t perfect adapters and rightly so because then we’d be content when things get worse for no reason. However, given time we adapt to anything. For example, you’ve probably adapted to having desires you don’t act on. So instead of concentrating on eliminating your desire to dishonor your father and mother you’re just happy that no one else sees it.

I wish that I could fly. Trudging along the earth, I look up for a moment and that desire fills my breast, but I’ve adapted to ignoring it.