“I became unique and I felt I was needed: my own eyes were needed in order that the copper-red of the beech could be set against the blue of the cedar and the silver of the poplars. When I went away, the landscape fell to pieces, and no longer existed for anyone; it no longer existed at all.”
–Simone de Beauvoir, Memoirs of a Dutiful Daughter
Does color exist when no one is there to see it? No. A beautiful realization.