8. Colour
VERY few understand how muchcolourmeans to the colourist, or why, in the higher sense, likemusicit has no plural. Colours are the pigments, the materials: butcolouris the soul of things!
I believecolourbelongs to the fairies; it never comes quite within our grasp. It is borne upon the air, its chariot is the morning dews, and its paths the sunbeams. I have come to regardcolouras a spiritual thing changing for ever, as all spiritual things do. Of a truth it is the beautiful emblem ofchange. The idea of eternal change is fascinating beyond measure. God never created afixtureintentionally. We are immortal only inasmuch as we are eternally moving with the thought of God!