Would you trust someone who can't tell the difference between Brick Red and Bright Maroon? How could you rely on someone that looks at Desert Sand and Deep Champagne and blurts out, with no care, "they look the same to me"?
The world is full of those people, people that don't understand the subtlety between Fuchsia and Lilac, Ferrari Red and Fire Engine Red, between Gold yellow and Golden! How have we come to this?
Color names should be more important in our schools than naming past presidents, than math, than periodic tables! Who cares? I want my child to know that, whenever he needs something in Glaucous, he'll have to adjust his saturation to 47%. That's life right there!
We need our kids to understand the underlying beauty between Rose Gold and Rose Vale. The thrill is in the details.
The world is crumbling, one crayon at a time. The foretold prophecies of apocalypse were misinterpreted. No four horsemen. No seven snakes. No sea of fire. The world will end in black and white and shades of grey.
Hurry, before it's too late, go buy yourself a box of coloring pencils and learn all the colors. Someone will have to color the spaces when all is done.
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