"By convention hot, by convention cold, by convention color, but in reality atoms and void."
- Democritus
When observation fails to align with a truth, what do you trust- your senses or your truth? The Greeks didn't even have a word for blue. The color didn't exist to them. Couldn't see it without a word for it.
I think about him all the time. My stomach flips when I see him. But is it love, or just something we don't have a word for?
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