The absence of light
Black is not a colour. It is a complete absence of light. You may wonder, 'what light has anything to do with color?'. Well, colour is a visual perception. Meaning, objects don't have a colour. When light falls on an object, some colors are reflected and others are absorbed by it. We can see the colors that are reflected by the object.
Hence black is not a colour in technical sense. Yet, some of us don't care. There is something alluring about it. I am drawn to black like moths are attracted to light. They roam here and there, searching for light, once found, they keep circling the light as if they are enchanted. In a similar way, I am drawn to black.
I can't possibly put into words the depth of the obsession I have for it. Black allows people to be who they are. It gives rooms for imperfections. Black is authentic, elegant, deep and mysterious. It gives full blown permission for us to be who we are and yet it spreads a different kind of aura that people pick up instantly. What can I say? That's the trade off. People drawn to black are different from the rest.
In conclusion, black is extraordinarily luring. I dress in black almost every day. I choose things that are black and everything around me radiates the same. Black provides an added sense to perception. It deepens the soul and stimulates it. Maybe, the dark deep soul of mine just jumps in delight having found something similar to it. Nevertheless, tinge of black is all we need. An air mystery, a silence that is too deep, and an onyx soul.
