In the Odyssey, Homer describes the “wine-dark sea.”
A strange color description.
Black is mentioned almost 200 times and white around 100.
Red is mentioned not more than 15 times,
and yellow and green less than 10.
But there was never anything described as “blue.”  

Ten thousand lines, brimming with descriptions of the heavens
the sun and reddening dawn’s play of color,
day and night, cloud and lightning, the air and ether,
all these are unfolded before us, again and again…
but there is one thing no one would ever learn from these ancient songs…
and that is that the sky nor the sea is blue.”

The word didn’t even exist.

There was no blue.

 Blè, the color blue in Greek

Blè

True love never has a sad, nor a happy ending,
because there is no ending to true love

Alexander the Great

Storyteller

There is a myth about a bird that will sing only once in its life, more sweetly than any other creature on the face of this earth. One superlative song, the most beautiful cry, but the bird’s own existence is the price. It will search for THE thorn by the rose, it will not rest until found. Then, it impales itself upon. Singing, dying, the bird rises above its own agony. The whole world stills to listen. The Lion in His Mountains and trees, in his light and darkness, smiles. The queen in her beauty and sadness, grieves. The princess stands still and asks “what is love ?”. The warrior kneels and listens to the sweetest song that comes at the cost of great pain. The lion whispers: “between the thorns there is time, live it.”