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I take the royal aspect of red as a measure of rarity, except for maybe the burial red, which might join the others in your list as psychological aspects.

"into the lower realms of red tape, blood red, fire, blind anger, love/passion, evil, crushing impropriety" ... yet you add a little Lead and it becomes the sweetest color in the world, beloved by the most precious things in your life.

The red shift, of course, was less about red itself and more about the shift. For all its heat, I like the idea of red as cooler, as the color of a dying fire, or the color of a universe fleeing itself.

Nice post, John. Good with tea and toast. I'm feeling rather sanguine about the possibilities for today.


Red Clay Blues
(by Langston Hughes)

I miss that red clay, Lawd, I
Need to feel it in my shoes.
Says miss that red clay, Lawd, I
Need to feel it in my shoes.
I want to get to Georgia cause I
Got them red clay blues.

John Ptak

Sanguine and Red Blues--very good, man, very good. And true about the shift, but it was a red shift, a shift in red--but it was the shift itself, the movement, the change, and not the red that made the deal. Funny how long the redshift existed before it was all tied together.


There must be a tale attached to Hubble's theory, such as: He just missed his train, and while standing on the empty platform and watching the train get smaller and smaller, and hearing the whistle get deeper and deeper, he felt dejected and alone in the universe ... and then it hit him!

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