Whether you see the dress as white and gold or blue and black, it’s still there.
Whether you are able to see it the way someone else does, it’s still there.
The dress simply is. The rest is interpretation.
With my clients, I frequently use the example of an optical illusion that shows either a duck or a rabbit, depending on how you look at it. The incident with the dress demonstrates the same principle.
What we see is merely that. What we see. Sometimes there is no use arguing for who’s right. Or who’s wrong. It can all be “true.”
Righteously insisting on our own perceptions of blue and black, white and gold, right and wrong, inevitably leads to unnecessary and harmful division.
The dress (and particularly the photograph of it) can be a metaphor for all such things about which people cannot reach agreement.
There is a dress. Due to the circumstances of a particular photograph, due to the tendency of different eyeballs to focus on different colors, it appears differently to different people. And yet it persists in being exactly what it is: just as we must persist in loving each other despite the optics which make us different.
Has a similar dress come between you and someone you love? Has a similar dress come between you and someone you don’t?