No, the sky wasn’t really that blue. But it is important to note that there is nothing wrong with confusing the world we wish to see, and seeing the world as it actually is. In fact, we get nowhere until we accept the reality of both visions. Why do we need to know the difference between the shine of sunlight and the sparkle of buds yearning towards it, concentrating it into another substance altogether, distilling the starry presence into life itself? As if the world as it actually is could be somehow less celestial than we can possibly dream.