The colors of space...

As the upset and drowning individual whose name is unfortunately an anagram of what nobody likes to do said, the space is yet to unleash its true colors. I did not bother much with those words the first time I read them, but once I got a little inebriated, I wondered what he meant. Which space was he talking about? The blog space that has been created by mistake? If that is the case, then the color of that space is, of course, white (this is the color of the template chosen, again by mistake). Or was there some deeper meaning? Could it be Worldspace? Then the color would be… hmmm… blue, I guess, because I can’t think of any genre of music which is a color (unless you equate psychedelic rock purely with Pink Floyd). What other spaces are there? There is of course the Open Space that comes with every Sunday edition of the Times of India (though most people ignore it in favor of the cartoons at the bottom). What color is that? Black and white is what it used to be, but now the picture there is in color (actually just a combination of cyan, magenta, yellow and black). Going deeper, or rather higher through the atmosphere, we reach space. What is this space? What does it enclose? More importantly, what is its color? One could call it black. But is it? It might be the superficial color that is visible to mortals on a revolving rock who believe they are the culmination of the evolutionary process, but if the spectrum of vision is broadened, one can see a myriad of colors. From small dots of red sent as energy signatures from the distant stars (meaning they are moving away from us) to the pale blue circlets that are believed to be the boundaries of those massive galactic vacuum cleaners, space is like a wall that has been attacked by a cohort of kids armed with paint brushes. So if you want to experience the space unleashing its true colors go to an observatory and peer through some powerful telescope. Or check out some astronomy sites. Or just dip your peacock feather in some ink and clutter the white paper. Or just relax, recline and let the pigment made of the essence of one half of the Gods of psychedelia seep its way into cyberspace. Now what color is that, I wonder?