Why do we call the blues the blues? Whenever you see something blue do you automatically feel some sort of sadness? If, to answer that question, you would reply, ‘yes’, I’d come back with the undeniable fact that the only reason for it is the association that has been pounded into your brain since day one. Why is blue a sad color? Why doesn’t it go with the sky and take on a feeling of freedom? Or water and life?   



“Question everything” was the philosophy of Descartes…he was also the man who said “I think, therefore I am.”

Be Loved,
The Jack of Hearts
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