The Magical Flying Car...

There once was a very peaceful village of people who heard that there was a magical flying car that could take you anywhere in world in seconds, and could do almost anything. Everybody in the village started talking about this car, saying how amazing and grand it was. But one day one of the villagers, John, painted a picture of this magical car and hung it in his living room.

Word got out and one by one, everyone came to see this painting. The Villagers started yelling at John. See, John painted the car yellow. Another person, Abe, said that the magical flying car was blue! But another person, Paul, said that the magical flying car was green. Eventually everyone had their own idea of what color the magical flying car was.
Some thought it was white.
Some thought it was red.
Some thought it was pink.
Some thought it was black.
Some thought it was blue.
Some thought it was brown.
Some thought it was turquoise.
Some thought it was orange.
Some thought it was yellow.
Some thought it was magenta.
Some thought it was lime green.
And some thought it was chrome.

The truth was nobody actually knew WHAT color the magical flying car was, but the more they argued, the more the animosity inside of them grew. They all formed groups of believers.
There was the white believers.
The Red believers.
The Pink believers.
The Black believers.
The Blue believers.
The Brown believers.
The Turquoise believers.
The Orange believers.
The Yellow believers.
The Magenta believers.
The Lime Green believers.
And The Chrome believers.

All the different groups of believers fought each other, fighting for what color the magical flying car was. They fought for hundreds of years against each other, and soon the fighting spread from the once peaceful village to world wide.

But one day, a small child asked his father, who was a Red believer, why everyone was fighting. His father, Matthew said,

"Well David, we fight for what we believe in, the true color of the magical flying car."

Matthew looked really confused for a moment, then replied

"But nobody has ever seen The Magical Flying Car before. Maybe its not real."

His father sent him to his room, telling him that what he had just said was wrong. But the idea remained in his father's head, killing and dieing for something that may not even exist.

This idea spread through the land, people began to not believe in the existence of the Magical Flying car. They could not logically believe in something NOBODY had ever seen.

Soon nobody believed in the Magical Flying Car. The fighting stopped. The people came together as one again and there was no longer any,
Red believers.
Pink believers.
Black believers.
Blue believers.
Brown believers.
Turquoise believers.
Orange believers.
Yellow believers.
Magenta believers.
Lime Green believers.
The Chrome believers.

There was only humans. United, free, and happy.
Free from the Magical Flying Car
Free from colors.