Chasm of Relativity

What is black, is it the absence of or the overwhelming inclusion of totality? Does black absorb the ‘Silhouettes of life’, or does black choke the fibers that created such an abyss? Does black signal the beginnings of all existence from an effulgent so distant, that it’s perception is unfathomable? Or does black pirouette on the sheer filament of time and matter? Is black the hero or the villain of the ‘saga of understanding’? Does black confiscate more than it’s worth, or grant more than it should? Does black frighten by it’s presence, or radiant with it’s inhabitance? What is black to you? How is your interaction with the idea of black? Is black too black or not black enough? Can black just be black? Can black survive it’s rich history? I believe that the color would say..... “just absorb it all and hold it close to your heart”....... “Fore, this is black and always will be”