Virgo 10. A baby fascinated by many differently colored vials of healing elixirs.
The tiny hand reaches out to touch the colors, sensing in their subtle gradations made intricate by the blending of many ingredients, all the various shades of misery and disease in the world. For medicine, to be medicine must speak to disease, and if it is to be in the language of color then the colors must allow within themselves space in which the diseases might live. Contained, but not confined, no, not captured in the colors, but allowed to play within them, and by playing, like the baby, healing without ever having learned the word.