Absent their color, those elements we recognize instantly become far less notable. All things require balance, collusion, unity or a flip side. Without it, how can we distinguish borders, meaning and definition, or how we fulfill our part of the whole? This is the quandary of an infant, to whom everything is unfamiliar and equal parts frightening and fascinating. Eventually we grow, mature, and learn the words for what orbits and what interferes, and it becomes the newer, more complex emotions that remind us of our infancy.
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