As I sit down to post my thoughts into this blog I have realized how limited our language actually is. No one can ever fully describe their thought process or an idea that is trapped in their head. I think most of Philosophy is dealing with the struggle to use our words to try to communicate moments of realization or wonder.
What I wanted to write about, however, is one simple statement that was made on the first day of class that I can't seem to stop thinking about. Although many new ideas and thoughts were explained our first two classes the particular topic of color was one of the most interesting things mentioned. When we talked about how color is not real it was not the first time I was introduced to this thought or the first time I had spend time deliberating about color. After reading a book titled The Giver by Lois Lowry, I imagined I world where color did not exist. Then I quickly realized that I was still imagining color, just less vibrant colors. This lead me to other questions such as: what is nothing? or How was I created?. I have been questioning reality of certain situations ever since. Because I am a Visual Arts major, I have appreciated color since I discover Crayola as a child. It is amazing, and a little frustrating, that one of the elements I enchanted daily and use to create is actually nonexistent.
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