I love the color black. It comforting to the eyes, soothing.
It is gentle, trustworthy, calming, and restful. It is humble, and holy and light and good and kind.
Of course you cannot overgeneralize. This is at the stark outer regions of the final polarization of absolutism, and my simple opinion at that.
Between black and white, I would choose black. It is simpler, more peaceful, gentler. Black is love.
On a practical level, where reason and a certain blindness exists (I like white too), white can be humble and kind and holy and unpretentious, but not nearly as well as black can be those things.
It’s really an irrelevant argument. It means nothing because such an argument depends on individual, unique context.
You can of course use the visual aesthetics and biological reaction to symbolize or represent, but those symbolisms and representations are not the rule, they are isolated use-cases. Black is… White is… Yellow is… Green is… Blue is… Orange is… Violet is… Purple is… Red is…
Oh, dear, lovely, humble, kind, holy, and loving black, surround, hide, and protect me with your simple comfort and let me always rest easy.