8. Colour
VERY few understand how much colour means to the colourist, or why, in the higher sense, like music it has no plural. Colours are the pigments, the materials: but colour is the soul of things!
I believe colour belongs 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 regard colour as a spiritual thing changing for ever, as all spiritual things do. Of a truth it is the beautiful emblem of change. The idea of eternal change is fascinating beyond measure. God never created a fixture intentionally. We are immortal only inasmuch as we are eternally moving with the thought of God!