Notice the fascinating changing of the colors of the Redemptoris Mater Seminary. When the morning sun makes its appearance beyond the horizon the seminary is set ablaze with the fiery-red hues of that magnificent disc of life. As they day ages the RMS changes to a delicate pink much like the living coral that defines our Pacific waters.
Notice the changes of the NCW hierarchy as they evolve from displaying those insolent melanins of defiance to the depressive look of disorientation wondering how the real Catholics were able to dig up Roy Quintanilla. The truth is Mr. Quintanilla never needed digging up. He was always around building up his courage, confined by and suffering in his bubble of experience, always reminded, always prompted by the horrors of the molestation which he endured.
Notice the changing colors in Eduvaldo’s appearance who always approaches everything with an affirmative stance. Eduvaldo knows everything. That’s why Eduvaldo was put in charge of whatever he is suppose to do. Notice the change to the sometimes greenish, sometimes reddish bewilderment of the realization that the end is near.