his sight and he said

This may make no sense in reality but it's making sense in my head today. And it's the idea that words have colors. Similar to tastes being adjectives, there's something about being able to visually see sound, to sense something beyond the flat dimensions we place around the five.

In this case, I don't imagine Heaven to be a white place -- that's the imagery, right? The robes and the clouds and the purity? That's all well and good, but suppose beyond the visual, the other colors emerge. Not talking about the gold and the bronze and the jewels mentioned throughout Rev -- but the worship.

Hallelujahs are blues, I tell you. And the holy holys red. And the salvation belongs green. Just throwing guesses out with no real motivation. Except the hallelujahs I know to be blue.