Who cares about the arbitrary Red experience of Redness.  I only care about Red if its the Redness of my first born daughter bleeding out in front of me after a car accident.  Or if its a Red vibrant rose I give to my wife on our 10th anniversary.  Or if its the Redness of my face displayed to others after being caught in an embarrassing scenario.  Consciousness is worth nothing if its not connected to meaning and purpose.