For many years my favorite color was pink, then it was green for awhile, now it is blue. This is a fairly recent development.
I realized my love of blue at a concert. I was near the front of the crowd, standing directly in front of a speaker, and the music was so loud I could feel it moving through me. I’d smoked a little weed and drank two beers, and when I closed my eyes I could leave my body behind and float on the waves of the song. When I did this, my otherwise dark field of vision was illuminated by a blue aura, that sat soft in between my eyes. My experience is not dissimilar to the “Blue Pearl Phenomenon” often experienced by practicers of meditation.
The meditators claim that in their deepest moments of internal stillness, they see a concentrated point of blue light, shining like a gemstone, in the middle of their field of vision. This is understood to be the soul, or the truest essence of our being. Regardless of how anyone wants to interpret what happened at that very loud concert, I believe the soul is blue. When I no longer have a body, I will be blue. I will be the sky and the ocean.