In the comments to my post yesterday I got fed up with light and dark and said the following.
FUCK IT, I CHOOSE THE ORANGE PATH. I AM AN ORANGEWORKER.
And people seemed delighted by that, declaring themselves purpleworkers, tealworkers, crimsonworkers, even plaidworkers. Duskworkers. Rainboworkers.
I love that.
But let's take it a little more seriously. Let's think about what we mean when we make those alignments--because alignment is important.
I'll go first.
I chose orange not because it's my favorite color--that's red. But because it's fiery and radiant and full of power, it's pumpkins and autumn--which are times of change and mystery and the scent of woodsmoke the dreaming of the world through winter, and of fruits that take a long time to grow. It's Halloween and strange jewels and persimmons. Because it's loud and unignorable, as September says. It can be warm and comforting, but it's not always the prettiest. Sometimes it's too bright and garish, sometimes it drowns out other colors even if it doesn't mean to, but it's never invisible. It never apologizes for being bright.
What about you?
Rules for Anchorites
Letters from Proxima Thule