I suppose the genetic scientists are still hard at work trying to work the kinks out.
Hair like Fiona’s must drive them crazy.” Jonas listened, trying hard to comprehend.
“And the sled?” he said. “It had that same thing: the color red. But it didn’t change, Giver. It just was.”
“Because it’s a memory from the time when color was.” “It was so—oh, I wish language were more precise!
The red was so beautiful!” The Giver nodded. “It is.” “Do you see it all the time?”
“I see all of them. All the colors.” “Will I?” “Of course. When you receive the memories.
You have the capacity to see beyond. You’ll gain wisdom, then, along with colors. And lots more.”
Jonas wasn’t interested, just then, in wisdom. It was the colors that fascinated him.
“Why can’t everyone see them? Why did colors disappear?” The Giver shrugged.
“Our people made that choice, the choice to go to Sameness. Before my time, before the previous time, back and back and back.
We relinquished color when we relinquished sunshine and did away with differences.”
He thought for a moment. “We gained control of many things. But we had to let go of others.”
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