Once upon a time there was a color that belonged to a famous painter. It was never used, it was almost always in a drawer of a piece of furniture that was in a corner. His color friends mocked him and chased him away. One day he couldn't take it anymore and so he ran around the streets of the city.
He was carried by the wind, was wet with rain and ignored by passers-by. By chance he found himself in a poor street and was picked up by a poor child dressed in rags. The color made this child happy who felt rich and started doing it right away
of the drawings.
When the painter realized that the red color was no longer in the drawer, he suspended his painting to look for it. He looked everywhere, but he couldn't find it and so he went to buy another one. From that moment on the painter decided to use all his colors and not to exclude even one.
Finally, with regard to the child, he remained a very happy child who made some money by selling people beautiful drawings. With the proceeds he bought other colors and painted even more beautiful designs.
THE PRODIGY OF IDEAS 