Red

I saw a cardinal this morning and marveled at its beauty.  It was later that I thought that I had really seen Red and not that I had seen it but that I knew it as red.  To know Red is, is not nearly as profound as Red being.  Red, as something that exists apart from my awareness and certainly of the cardinal’s choosing to wear it, is the Great Knowledge that sighs longingly at the naturalist and the evolutionists. 

Rothko's Orange, Red, Orange