Imagine you were born, and no one had told you blue color was blue... even if later everyone confirmed that blue was blue, you would be unable to see it as such... in fact, blue color wouldn’t make sense at all.
People would write romantic poetry about the beautiful blue sky. Photos of the big blue ocean of Hawaiian islands would occupy the social media timelines. The octopus blood would be the main subject in your biology class, but blue still could not and would not make sense to you at all...
To you, it would feel pretty much like a vegan lion among carnivorous beasts - you wouldn’t be able to hang out in group gatherings of lions feasting on freshly killed wildebeest carcass. You’d simply leave and disappear into the yellow grass of the savannah.
Even if you were to meet another rare lion that didn’t see blue as blue, there would be nothing to talk about. All conversations about being a vegan lion would sound ridiculously absurd and would not make sense at all - justifiably so.
So, you’d either disappear into the ether, or you’d want to keep playing the game of lion. For the latter, you’d simply put on a smile on your face, slip into a carnivorous lion outfit, and take a big bloody bite at the carcass - with the big beautiful African blue sky in the background.
Either would be ok, because no matter what you did, would not make a tiny bit of difference at the fundamental reality completely unknown to the earthlings.
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