Obligatory, I didn’t come up with this question, but love the answers given regardless
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Life is a mix of a blinding bright white and an empty void of black at the same time.
If you would like to see this color, it’s what appears before you when the hydraulic cylinders give out & the hood of the car slams into the back of your head while you’re trying to get to that one bolt at the bottom of the alternator…
It would be the same color as a mirror
Psilocybin sparkle.
How…how am I able to see this, without knowing fully what it is?!?
So, this is gonna be weird, but hear me out…
I have this weird thing that is like synesthasia(-like?) thing for audio naturally becoming colors and shapes and patterns and such, but only when I close my eyes (I think that’s not normal anyway). But some sounds are weird, and produce a ‘color’ comprised of all of them, but not white, more like a translucent silverish that you can ‘see’ all the colors in together simultainiously while still being one ‘color’.
Sorry if that is confusing or too surreal sounding, but I think the meaning of life woud be that ‘color’ thing.
Surprisingly a lot less confusing than you’d think. Although I don’t have any type of synesthesia tbh–I’d love to see the most familiar image with something resembling what you’re describing honestly. Sounds amazing
Closest I can get is like this:
but translucent, and it is not reflecting the colors, but rather eminating them all, and it isn’t a segmented thing, every piece of the color-thing is producing all of them at once. It’s visually impossible to actually show I think because our eyes don’t work like that, lol
Insanely cool–thanks! I will hopefully see what you see in a dream one day
you know that color you get when you mix all the paints? yeah, that kinda ugly brown paint mixture? it’s not that, because life is beautiful and its meaning is light green
When I am surrounded by the greenery and serenity of trees, it is impossible to disagree with you. Even the green moss on the bark and stones seem to whisper this truth. Stellar answer
Octarine. Life is magical.
It is described in The Colour of Magic as the color of imagination and is a fluorescent greenish yellow-purple (using all the primary colours). The only time non-wizards can see it is when they close their eyes; the bursts of color are octarine.
Very cool!😎
I don’t know what the meaning of life is, but getting a little bit of everything seems pretty fun. Thus rainbow 🌈
I do love skittles, you may really be onto something here
Red. Life is blood.
That’s racist! The Horshoe Crab cartel knows who you are.
You know what you got me, I apologize. Horseshoe crab blue blood is the only respectable blue blood. The blood sacrifice of them has led to bettering and saving countless lives in regards to medical research.
Middle Grey.
Now I’m confused. I thought it was 50% grey. Wikipedia has a lot more middle greys.
Yeah, it’s complicated.
black
Like an all-encompassing, vacuum-vantablack or a reflective, almost blinding or glowing darkness? Why/why not?
Rainbow.
I remember the first time I saw it as a kid, it was so… strange. From that one rainbow memory, it kinda is linked to similar memories around the area, I remember that school, I remember the mountain that I used to explore with my father. I vaguely remember the neighborhood area, some of the stores, the mall.
It was so strange trying to recall those memories just now. I mean, this was the same place where my tramatic childhood memories happened. It kinda overshadowed the good memories.
This was in Guangzhou, Mainland China btw. I remember the 白云山 (Baiyun Mountain), the Mcdonalds, the KFC, around the mall areas. The tall skyscrapers. I saw some kiosk thingy in a mall with the map of Guangzhou, I didn’t have internet access at the time, so that was… very new to me. The massive like 4-5 lane busy streets. I remember the 2008 Beijing Olympics thing, you know, it was the first time Olympivs was hosted in China, a lot of like patriotism and national pride stuff (which I didn’t care about, me being a kid at the time). I remember having some 云吞 and 小笼包 at a small restaurant. I remember being on some school trip, and I kinda got carsick lol, rarely been in a motor vehicle before I don’t think.
I mean, imagine being that kid, young me… blissful ignorance… not knowing the horrors of the world. I remember a time when, I don’t think my older brother had that fight with me yet, we were still very… like chill… with each other. At the time, my mother has not explained the One Child Policy, so, in hindsight, I honestly don’t know what other parents were thinking, like I can imagine them going like: is that a family with two sons, when we went outside for family time.
On the topic of Childhood, I remember when I was in New York, I was in Coney Island Beach and I was trying to build a castle and kinda struggled with it. Sometime I just step into the water a tiny bit to feel the waves, but never really tried swimming, because I feared drowning. I was kinda also obsessed with the subway… (wait a minute… do I have ADHD? Idk) and remember traveling around NYC, its like exploring a new world. I mean it was a new world to me, as an immigrant kid.
I remember colors used to be more vibrant, the world used to look so colorful.
That was a long time ago, way before I had depression. Now the world looks like a weird filter where colors feel much dimmer.
Its so hard to remember the good parts, because its always overshadowed by the abuse and neglect. Its like my parents are bipolar or something. Wtf. Feels like my parents have evil twins that swich places with them every so often.
What is life? How does one enjoy life after the “veil of blissful innocence” is lifted and you are exposed to the concepts of war, famine, oppression, tyranny, propaganda, etc…
Feel like I wanna cry. Memories are so painful, even the happy ones. The dark parts always come up, trauma never goes away.
Those early memories can be exceptionally formative and remain as a long-lasting impression for sure.
What is life? How does one enjoy life after the “veil of blissful innocence” is lifted and you are exposed to the concepts of war, famine, oppression, tyranny, propaganda, etc…
I’m not going to pretend I have a good answer, but for me the point is to move past the recognition of the absurd and the meaningless of it all via whatever path or means of compassion one can find. It’s true that we can’t really ever go back home, no matter how badly we will always wish/desire to. Instead we must keep fighting, in spite of the meaninglessness. We have to believe we can overcome some day, even if it’s pointless, we still have to do it.
Because this is the world my friend tried to save(NIER SPOILERS) — https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AFaezGT6wH0
Golden?
Superb answer—A glowing bright golden-yellow is one of the first thoughts that crossed my mind We’re living our life like it’s Golden! 😊
