How many colors are there? I dare to say as much as
can with an eye to be noticed, with the thoughts to be
seen, with the ear to be smelled, and with the nose to
“Why are you here?” - was an arriving question in the
sound waves to The Grinds auditory organs.
“I am painting” - he said in one breath.
“But your canvas is blank” - sound waves are inexorably
mimicking cosine curve in repetition.
“It is not an empty” - within the steel laughter of an
old decrepit engine replies The Grind. “The white color
is the richest, containing all the chromatic and achromatic
tones, all I see, I hear ,there is as a feeling
in the white. What is for you the void for me is the