This may or may not be a continuation of those posts I did a few weeks ago where I removed all the colors from photos except for like one bunch of flowers or one key element of the photograph… I forget what that series was called, but I asked you to think about colors in new ways, and how they can grab our attention, or add beauty to a scene.

No, this is more a continuation of that post I did where I had John Wayne and other cowboys and Native Americans riding tigers and giraffes and ostriches and zebras and whatever, and asked you to imagine a world where horse had become extinct…

The thing is… and this might not be the most important ‘thing’ I ever asked you to think about, but it is a part of human nature and does get us into some predicaments… but we humans tend to think that everything around us makes sense, just because we are used to it… just because that is the way things have been since we were born, or we watched them changing as time went by and therefore we stopped thinking about them. Bananas are yellow. They have always been yellow…

But what if they weren’t? Would it matter? Maybe not. But this tendency to think things make sense and stop thinking about them leads us to situations that are dangerous and damaging. People think the religion they grew up with makes sense. Which is fine, I guess, but it makes them think that other religions can’t make sense, and that isn’t good. It is a short walk from; “Ha, those people paint a red dot in the middle of their foreheads, that is kind of funny” to; “Those people are crazy, they want their woman to just keep popping out babies whether they can afford them or not, those people are stupid” and then on to; “Those people think dangerous and scary things, and maybe we should kill all of them.”

We like what we are comfortable with. We like what we grew up knowing and seeing. Have you ever wondered why most people root for the sports teams that are closest to where they live? Isn’t that a little random? We… and I mean the editorial we or whatever, because I don’t have the organized sports gene… but we don’t usually pick our favorite teams because their uniforms are our favorite color, or because they have the coolest animal name… which, and forgive me if I get sidetracked here, but wouldn’t it be funny if there could only be one sports team with each animal name, and once somebody else had taken ‘cougars’ and ‘wildcats’ and mustangs, colts, lions and tigers and bears, oh my, new teams had to scramble to grab the rest of the cool animal names before they ended up being the ‘Fighting Earthworms’ or ‘The Cleveland Cockroaches’? HA! I crack me up.

Dang it, I forgot where I was going with all this. I was just going to ask you to imagine a world where things were different colors than the ones you are used to, and the crack squirrels that live in my head hijacked the keyboard again… wait… what? Oh, the crack squirrels think there should be a sports team called ‘The Rabid Crack Squirrels’… can somebody get on that?