As I turned the pages of an art book, a three part painting featuring a blue avatar caught my attention and made me listen. I feel it’s been sending me signals, leaving me breadcrumbs to follow to a beach house. It watches as I struggle to keep away from the fire, it knows I observe as others fan the flames. 

You are the all encompassing color, I beg of you to situate yourself around me like a cosmic blanket. Wrap me up in the ultimate observation front, that of the stars. Allow me to join the spatial orbit in a wider observation scope, I beg of you to elevate me. 

Blue is of utmost relevance for those of us searching for truth and waiting for revelation, highly skeptical of known eschatology. For those of us in search of true mysticism and true unknowables. Blue is the color of portals and races of men we have no proof of but hear stories of. 

The men are in need of you, they are smokey charcoal and fiery red. The women will fail to sooth them, as they in turn fail to sooth themselves. All on the edge of the precipice, all in accordance to what was set in motion by the soulless ones. 

Thus spoke color blue, “Just live and rejoice, reassemble and thrive in the arts, become not afraid to die. Unify imagining you are part of an organism that cannot be slayed. You are not to fight but to dance. Laugh at the chance to join the stars anytime, anytime they will welcome you. Realize that as finite creatures you are always facing the end, so why be depressed? You are little rays of energy that can spark up a bonfire, do not be fooled about your power. Do not become food for the succubi.”