You think dark is just one color, but it ain’t. There are five or six kinds of black, some silky, some woolly. Some just empty. Some like fingers. And it don’t stay still. It moves and changes from one kind of black to another. Saying something is pitch black is like saying something is green. What kind of green? Green like my bottles? Green like a grasshopper? Green like a cucumber, lettuce, or green like the sky is just before it breaks loose to storm? Well, night black is the same way. May as well be a rainbow?
Pilate from Song of Solomon by Toni Morrison

Excerpt of Carey Byrd’s biographical sketch. In this audio clip, Carey shares is his career work as an accountant, after his time in the military, and bit about his “knowings”.