Heaven Help The Fool Who

"But how?" Pete twirled Patrick around and pressed him against a tree. "You see how the color blue represents sadness and the color black is fear?" Patrick pushed back his confusion, "yeah, so?" "Well at first glance blue has absolutely nothing to do with sorrow, and yet us humans represent it with that color. The two things have nothing alike but they fit together so perfectly and it makes sense to us that blue is often times registered with sadness." Patrick scuffed his shoes against the tree roots that were sticking out of the ground, "and..?" Something twinkled in Pete's eyes, "and if you can make those two things correspond so easily with each other you can make your own way with words. Like identify colors with feelings. Make meaningless things so much more meaningful. Make darkness turn into light." Patrick smiled up at Pete, "like a new language." Pete snapped his fingers and his face lit up like a Christmas tree, "exactly!"