Yellow.

Me and Bobby McGee

People are like onions. Maybe that's why they make us cry. Hit by the potent stench of recognition. It’s the layers that get you in the end, peeling them back that causes the onion to screw your tear glands over.

“When you slice through an onion, you break open a number of onion cells. Some of these cells have enzymes inside of them, and when they are sliced open, the enzymes escape. The enzymes then decompose some of the other substances that have escaped from sliced cells. Some of these substances, amino acid sulfoxides, form sulfenic acids, which then quickly rearrange themselves into a volatile gas.

The gas reaches your eyes and reacts with the water that keeps them moist. This changes the chemical's form again, producing, among other things, a mild sulfuric acid, which irritates the eyes. The nerve endings in your eyes are very sensitive and so they pick up on this irritation (this is why our eyes sting when we slice onions). The brain reacts by telling your tear ducts to produce more water, to dilute the irritating acid so the eyes are protected. Your other reaction is probably to rub your eyes, but this will actually make the irritation a lot worse, of course, if you have onion juices all over your hands” – howitworks.com

You see! You see! People are far too complicated for their own good.

Know the most bizarre thing though? Simple, plain, in your face humanity is far less pretty to deal with. Be careful what you wish for.

Will you come and follow me if I but call your name?
Will you go where you don't know and never be the same?
Will you let my love be shown, will you let my name be known,
Will you let my life be grown in you and you in me?

Will you leave yourself behind if I but call your name?
Will you care for cruel and kind and never be the same?
Will you risk the hostile stare should your life attract or scare?
Will you let me answer prayer in you and you in me?

Will you let the blinded see if I but call your name?
Will you set the prisoners free and never be the same:
Will you kiss the the leper clean, and do such as this unseen,
and admit to what I mean in you and you in me?

Will you love the "you" you hid if I but call your name?
Will you quell the fear inside and never be the same?
Will you use the faith you've found to reshape the world around,
Through my sight and touch and sound in you and you in me?

Lord, your summons echoes true when you but call my name.
Let me turn and follow you and never be the same.
In your company I'll go where your love and footsteps show.
Thus I'll move and live and grown in you and you in me.

John L. Hooker, Will you come and follow me

God above, I'm in awe 
Of Your perfect love 
Humbly I come to Your throne 
of grace 
For a taste of You 

Jesus Christ, I'm in awe 
Of Your sacrifice 
Holy I stand in Your presence here 
I am near to You 

I'm praying Lord break me 
I'm praying Lord take me 
I'm praying Lord make me 
All I've failed to be 

God above, I'm in awe 
Of Your perfect love 
Humbly I come to Your throne 
of grace 
For a taste of You 

Jesus Christ, I'm in awe 
Of Your sacrifice 
Holy I stand in Your presence here 
I am near to You 

When all around is falling out 
When I forget what I'm about 
Sometimes the best that I can do 
Is to desire to desire You 

Break my heart, take me Lord 
Make me whole 
I need You 
God above 

Sonic Flood, All I've failed to be