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Seen from space, we inhabit the blue planet. It's true that there, is on earth, a phenomenal amount of blue. The sky in daytime, when unclouded; the oceans. We are ceaselessly immersed in blue, we see and breath it. But we cannot eat it. Blue is inedible. It escapes our devouring. This is a straightforward and yet very considerable mystery. Food exists in all colours. Almost all of them can whet our appetite. But nothing blue can be eaten, and the presence of a pale blue food, or even one in ultramarine runs a good chance of looking repulsive. The sight of royal blue icing sugar gives one the impression not only of extreme artificiality, but can also provoke a kind of indefinable malaise. A few very rare exceptions exist but they are not especially convincing. Blueberries are, after all, a shade of purple. So, you can always go on looking. There is nothing blue to eat. Or at any rate, not commonly and with appetite. Not like green. red, yellow, orange, even black or white, which are all copiously ingested. What are we to make of this? That we can't digest the sky, the ocean, the planet itself? Need one recall that blue is also associated with royalty and death?
Mysteries, nothing but mysteries!
- '101 Experiments In The Philosophy Of Everyday Life' by Roger-Pol Droit.
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