Before the body, there is no narrative, only allocation. Not love, not identity, but vectors of inclination. Color functions as pre-verbal data within this field. The color-inputs collected from strangers are procedural rather than symbolic. They model a pre-narrative space where differences exist without biography. The race simulates the selection mechanism. It is not competition, but filtration. To “win” is to be forced into embodiment, into sensation, into narrative, into responsibility. Birth marks the collapse of neutrality into experience. Non-being has no burden; embodiment does. Only after the body arrives do pain, desire, and memory become possible. Limbo remains unobserved, and therefore unremembered. Most of what makes existence possible is anonymous. We call it destiny, biology, personality. But it is chance sculpted by lineage, intimacy, violence, migration, language, and taste. A probabilistic chain that eventually learns to speak and demands to be understood. If consciousness emerges from a shared pre-personal field, then being alive at the same time is inherently intimate, not because we love each other, but because we were almost each other.