Colour. It seems strange that such beauty is simply vibrations and differentiations in wavelengths, that it’s simply information being sent and interpreted by the brain. That’s the miraculousness of how we see colour. But only thinking this way strips it back to its most raw and rigid form, taking away its hues and shades, its depths and dimensions.
When you get bogged down in the molecular, when you only sift through the granular aspects and get lost in the weeds, beauty is lost. Beauty comes from accumulation and from appreciating the wholeness of something. Everything is greater than the sum of its parts. Why? Because of physics, biology, chemistry and mathematics. Because everything adds up, subtracts and multiplies; because everything reacts, melts and explodes; because everything falls, rises and floats.
But also because of art, literature, philosophy and culture. Because everything exists and does not exist; because everything has reason and lacks reason; because everything is explained and questioned; because everything is etched and erased. These concepts layer, merge and interface to create a kaleidoscope of beauty. Because everything has colour and because everything vibrates.