Tri-Color

A quick peek into the author's inner machinations.

Oh, I am of three minds, always three minds. Three colors are my minds, each as vibrant and commanding as the last. Everything I think, do, and breathe is of these colors, whether I wish it or not. It cannot be escaped; I am tri-colored.

White, purest white. Cloaked in your robes you sit on your lonely throne above all, but you are not human enough to see what you lack; you are something different. Not greater, not lesser, but different. The world to you is a series of increasingly complicated numbers and angles, and your nature is to manipulate these figures. It is what you exist for, though no-one made you, just as you yourself find the things that exist without making. Feeling is irrelevant; spirit is irrelevant; perspective is irrelevant. To you, everything is irrelevant, except for what isn’t.

Blue, lively blue. Joy, sadness, love - you have known them all. If you trip, you cry unashamedly, with wet tears streaming from your eyes and gulping sobs from your lungs. Everything that has value seems to be given that value by you and your smiling face. For you, a day can last a year, and a lifetime pass in the course of a laugh. Grounded in the world by your easy thoughts and spur-of-the-moment sentiments, every moment is a new adventure (although not always a pleasant one). Yet is fulfillment found in your capricious nature?

Black, twisted black. Your only raiment is shadow and a sneer. Hellfire burns in your heart, and the burning makes you whisper, always whisper. You know what you want, you know how to get it, and what’s more you want it now. If your hunger is not satiated, then you rattle the bars of your cage and begin first to shout and then to scream. Every utterance that departs your foul mouth is squeezed first between lips pressed in an eternal twisted grin. Sometimes I let you out and ride you, and woe betide those who stand in our way. Woe also, however, to the man who in running with beasts becomes one himself.