A Spectrum of Thought

Some concepts are just too damn big for me to wrap my arms around. Levels of green, levels of red, levels of the entire spectrum of color that I try to avoid. I simply cannot embrace them. Me, who tries not to judge. Me, who feels discomfort at returning an apathetic 'I love you'. How strange to think about these concepts as properties of light, but I do. Maybe I'm strange, lots of people would probably agree, but thinking too much is at its heart - this strangeness - and I've always felt that thinking too much will drive an intelligent soul crazy; just as staring at the sun will cause blindness. This truth, my truth, is always a white light, as all truths inevitably are.