Donna, that is something I have thought a lot about over the years.
For a couple of years I only wore white. It was not enforced, I just did not want to wear any other colour.
That was also the time I was at my most introspective.

In hindsight I think white represented for me a clean slate, that I drew different colours of different moods on.

In most religions the clerics always wear white so they can react to any situation - physical, mental or spiritual - without the memory shaped by experiences of a life lived before entering the Monastry.

In India, those who want to join some religious orders have to spend ten years in white clothes as a novice.
It is expected that in those ten years they will experience and absorb the nature of a true monk.
Only if they appreciate and accept what that life means can they begin to wear saffron. Many leave because they are not able to live how they are expected to.

It is on the neutrality of white that the enourmity of a new life is imbibed.

An interesting point here - before they earn their saffron robes they have to participate in their own funeral to signify the death of their material existence and nature.

Saffron is worn by a Monastic who has renounced all material attachments (including ALL relationships) to give himself to the Lord and his work.

Love

* - rambling on.