The Universe Had a Blue Period, Too
In the time of creation, at first, everything was blue.
The sky – well, the bit of Something that was going to be the sky – was blue.
The water was experimenting with being different than the sky, and hid a piece of itself a little farther from the light. This is how midnight blue was born.
Part of the light that loved the idea of midnight shifted, and the sky thought, “that’s still me, but over there now.”
Then there were drops of blood, too, and Nothing knew where they came from, but they would be important later.
While sky-and-water hues ebbed curiously around crimson, the life in the blood was thinking about what interesting shapes the blue could become once this business of distinctions got sorted:
Wings, maybe, or a heartbeat in a hand, and hope.
Marc Chagall, La création du monde
Nice, Musée National
