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Colours are the blindfolds of perception. In the dreams I never remember but might imagine I do I am amazed and bewildered by them. They are the inexplicable, imaginative, slightly amazing percepts of the maze which is I, or is that so? The mind hides heights and meadows seldom entered into. Are we subconscious or unconscious I wonder? Consciousness is a narrow tunnel in which we create and relate, or is it? Is this the wrong question?