I'm guessing on this, philosophizing, as World Mythology class starts mid-December and I haven't studied anything called myth since fifth grade, but myth and dream aren't colorful worlds at all. Sure, the bad guy wears black, the good guy white, but not always. And when it's so, it may just have happened by chance--as in, there's a chance such sides of color will hold meaning to an audience. Even so, black and white aren't exactly colors. I see black when I close my eyes or turn out the lights, white when I stare at the sun.

Colors themselves have mythical connotations. I'm not going to go into that. Blue jeans may have been red if we lived on Venus. Color can invoke feeling, thereby invoking myth, so color is used in this world to connect only to the mythical world of color. Since color can't be stripped away here, it is taken into the myth world where it is stripped away. Color doesn't matter to the rest of the Universe. (Time neither.)

The feeling of myth is a totally different feeling than color portrays. The myth world, being much larger than the real world, means color is much less meaningful than we want to believe it is. (Time too.)

Still, why skin colors are so different seems to penetrate beyond just color. It is taken into the myth world because it is about the thinkers and feelers of myth. Skin color--heritage--is taken there because the myth world is where man attempts to make sense of the real world. And because light and dark skin colors, not being real colors, transcend the colorlessness of the myth world. Our skin color, then, unfortunately or fortunately, is who we are, from the very source of spirit--ours and the Universe's.

Light and dark are different but they come from the same place. We forget the second half of that idea. The joining of dark-skinned and light-skinned thinkers is the only way to make gray.