Blue was never surrendered to humanity. It was never reserved to gender or beliefs, rather it stands divine on its own. For centuries, attaining it was by far most intricate. The colors of the world exist redundantly whether in reds, greens, or yellows. However, the blues remained sacred and distant. It was primarily reflected in the skies as the only hope for its potential creation. That was until ancient civilizations crossed deserts and seas for lapis lazuli, valuing it more than gold itself, crushing stone into dust simply to imitate the heavens. It was the oldest commercial gemstone source known to mankind. Even nature uses blue sparingly. Very few animals or flowers truly carry blue pigment; most merely bend light in illusions, forcing the eye to perceive what is barely there. Maybe that is why blue feels less like matter and more like a phenomenon, shaping our life cycle and where light interacts with nature, shortest yet greater. Perhaps it was never really a possession to humanity, rather the original possessor.
The sky again reflects eternity, and the oceans carry its secrets within depths. I feel the safest with it. Before I ever understood my way of life, I understood blue. Sometimes I wonder if my connection to blue is not emotional at all, but cellular. As though somewhere within me, generations of sunlit Egyptian waters, painted tombs, indigo fabrics, protective amulets, and ancient eyes lined in blue still survive quietly beneath my skin. As though every time I wear it, I am participating in something far older than myself. Even now, I find myself wondering if my blood was ever truly red at all, because no other color has ever flowed through me with such undeniable familiarity.
My mother tongue spoke of blue’s name before anyone could—hsbd-iryt. Long before the world could easily possess blue, my ancestors wore it, buried it with their dead, and painted eternity in its shade.
Seeing blue feels less like preference and more like privilege. Of all the impossible things the human eye was granted the ability to witness, blue feels the most enchanting of them all. It is present in every precious detail this earth offers. Whether in its sapphire display stretched across restless oceans, the delicate blue haze swallowed by dusk, or the celestial glow hidden inside gemstones formed long before humanity itself, blue carries the kind of beauty that feels untouched by time.
