Color.
A color, glittering and resplendent under stone and soil, was what thousands killed millions for when Europe first stalked a new continent.
Those same men fought and died under colors, just as men and women continue to do today; fluttering banners of chroma inform the world of ownership.
In another time, another army was called to stave off chaos as human beings of one color asserted their right to learn alongside human beings of another color.
Color is how we know the hero has been hurt.
Color is how we know our fruit is ripe.
Color is how we know when to stop and when to go.
But for three million dollars, I would live in grayscale.
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