White is a combination of every color in the rainbow. We tend to forget about white. The reds and magentas, blues and cobalts are so much more alluring. They are distinguishable, have a purpose for the ocean, for the rose or for the lips. We can understand them, we go towards them, they are the most used crayons in the box.
White gets forgotten. We loose ourselves in the specifics. We forget that white has all of the colors to offer. That white is the source for all colors ever imagined or perceived. White is the space on a canvas that allows the cadmium paint to breathe. White is the infinity where nothing begins or ends. White causes the reflection of this world back into our eyes. Without white we wouldn't be able to sculpt our lives out of the darkness. White is where we were already whole.