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Stone and PorcelainIn a vast white desert there was a small castle. It had no more than four walls and one soldier. No one has ever seen the soldier that guards this small castle. Not many have seen the castle itself.
The white desert that makes up the surroundings of the castle is unique. Straight in front of the castle are white sands that lead to faded mountains that begin to fade away into the sky, almost as if they had been painted into the sky. To the sides of the castle were flat horizons where white sands met the, cold blue sky from which cold winds were always blowing. Like a desert, the sand was always hot like the sunlight that warmed it.
The solitary soldier had defended his castle without worry for he was a master marksman. He would strike his enemies and intruders from grand distances with arrows made of tricks and riddles and questions and paradoxes. No one had ever come close to the wall of the castle, many had never seen the castle, and many more had fled from the assault that the soldie
2:00 AMIt's quiet; so very uncharacteristic like it usually is throughout the rest of the day. A few lights to make up for sun, a few whispers to make up for noise, silence to make up for everything else just makes this time of day the strangest and most alien.
It's cool right now and the ground is wet. Streetlights cast diamond glitter upon the black pavement and amber cones in the air. Houses are silent, still, dark and seemingly lifeless only to play host to parasitic dust.
I stand here listening to the trickling of invisible streams of water from a roof down a gutter, from the eve of a garage onto the hood of some vehicle.
All around me is a dim pink light reflecting off of seemingly solid masses of water hundreds of feet above me, attempting to illuminate with all futility.
There is water in the air, just sparse enough to only be seen when the droplets pass the streetlights by mere inches and felt only when the few manage to strike nose or eyebrow or the back of my hand.
There is somethi
Visual Cortex TheoryThe eyes are capable of seeing a wide range of colors from very dark to very bright in a myriad of wavelengths and combinations. Because of the range of colors the eyes can see, they are not only useful, but important to survival of any kind.
We detect colors as warnings or they can change our mood. Different combinations make us feel different ways about what we look at and so we develop a sense of color coordination.
However, there is an interesting question that can be asked by anyone and receive an indefinite answer: Do people see the same colors?
This question poses an interesting idea about eyes and how the brain interprets colors. It is very well known that the back of the eye, or retina, that captures light, and color, is comprised of cells called rods and cones which detect light and dark wavelengths of light respectively.
What isn't known, as far as I am concerned, is whether or not every brain comprehends certain colors equally. When light strikes objects, all wavelengths bu
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