Perfect color is an egg-hatching moment, kairos, and from there we can move forward, back to detect undertones that encompass our naïve expertise.  
 
Yours and mine. 
There are no nasty hues in their nesting place. There’s a flywheel effect turning conversation over to science and greed. A private-public wholesaling of prototypes that mess up the visual cortex — pasting-in blind spots crammed with luxuries that bind. The flip side — powers of color broker enduring benefits, tooth and nail radiance.