The red tip turns into an ombre of orange and yellow, with white at the bottom, hugging the match head. The red runs the rim as the coldest part of the heat, and the white as the hottest.
But truly, "white hot" doesn't cover it as well as it could. Hotter than white hot is blue hot. Past the white, in the center of the match head, there is blue.
Somehow, this holds true for the cold as well.
"Snow white". "Cold as snow". By the transitive property..."Cold as white"?
But truly, the whitest snow is not just white. It glistens and gleams with the clear tint of icy blue.
Blue is whiter than white.
Beyond white is blue.
Somehow, this is true for black, too.
The blackest hair is not just black.
It always has a sheen of blue.
The strands shine bright in the light, reflecting off the blue.
Hot, cold, black, white - it all comes back to blue.
And what is blue?
Peace.
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