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<p><span><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"> <p><em><strong>"Why her? Why me?" , by </strong></em><a title="en:Erik Pevernagie" class="extiw" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Erik_Pevernagie"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: #0066cc;"><em><strong>Erik Pevernagie</strong></em></span></span></a><em><strong>, oil on cardboard, 66 x 88 cm</strong></em></p> <p><br /><em><strong> Nobody knew there was impending danger. There was no healthcare whistle-blower who had given any alert.</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>Since Aids has done its dirty work aids-stricken people have been asking why they have been victims of the devastating virus epidemic. “Why her?”, “Why me?”</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>Disease and death lie in wait on the road of love. Giving hope to people is very well. But we cannot live on hope. Medical researchers should expedite matters. In the meantime, is marriage the only “life insurance”?</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>Phenomenon: Aids</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>Factual starting point: Body,legs</strong></em></p> </span> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-outline-level: 1;" class="MsoNormal"> </p> </span> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-outline-level: 1;" class="MsoNormal"> </p> </span> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-outline-level: 1;" class="MsoNormal"> </p> </span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-outline-level: 1;" class="MsoNormal"> </p>

Why her? Why me?
<p><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> <p><em><strong>"Horizon and Vision" , by </strong></em><a title="en:Erik Pevernagie" class="extiw" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Erik_Pevernagie"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: #0066cc;"><em><strong>Erik Pevernagie</strong></em></span></span></a><em><strong>, oil on canvas, 66 x 88 cm</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>What does lasting value mean in a society that is only interested in immediate results? How should we judge a community that simply takes short term projects in account and merely looks at a short-sighted horizon?</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>In point of fact, a clear vision goes beyond a misty horizon.</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>Through its mental dimension, the quality of vision stands out to the sheer physical, geographical or time-based horizon.</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>Material and technical changes are quite visible. But less visible are the changes in the mind of the people, their way of thinking, their conception of the world and also the quality of their fears. Proficient people are needed to attend the unreadable, anonymous torment of mutations.</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>Society watchers and whistle-blowers should be taken well care of. .</strong></em></p> <p><br /><em><strong>Phenomenon: Difference between short term and long term</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>Factual starting point of the picture: </strong></em><a title="Man" href="https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/Man"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: #0066cc;"><em><strong>Man</strong></em></span></span></a><em><strong> looking at the horizon/ Man with vision</strong></em></p> </span> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-outline-level: 1;" class="MsoNormal"><em> </em></p> </span> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-outline-level: 1;" class="MsoNormal"><em> </em></p> </span> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-outline-level: 1;" class="MsoNormal"><em> </em></p> </span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-outline-level: 1;" class="MsoNormal"> </p>

Horizon and Vision
<p>"<strong>Taken for a ride</strong>" , by <a class="extiw" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Erik_Pevernagie" title="en:Erik Pevernagie"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: #0066cc;">Erik Pevernagie</span></span></a>, oil on cardboard, 66 x 88 cm</p> <p> </p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #202122; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><strong><em>If love has taken us for a ride and passion has let us ignore sham and swindle, the time has come to separate the wheat from the chaff and polish up diamonds of trust, neatly, day by day.</em></strong></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #202122; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><strong><em>When the bonfire of love still smolders in the wake of emotional convulsions, seeds of regret and remorse may endlessly linger about on the path of life.</em></strong></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #202122; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><strong><em>When scorching passion only leaves ashes of unfulfilled dreams, hope may entice the sprinkling magic of our imagination into livening up the footlights on a new stage of life.</em></strong></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #202122; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><strong><em>When a river of tears and grief relentlessly flows from a mountain of broken trust, feelings may furtively overpower the stronghold of our physical presence.</em></strong></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #202122; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><strong><em>At that point, sensibility might make a befitting alliance with our mental ratio so as to shore up confidence, resilience, and reliance</em></strong>.</p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #202122; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"> </p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #202122; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><strong><em>Phenomenon : deception, disappointment</em></strong></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #202122; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><strong><em><span style="font-size: 13.3px;">Factual starting point</span><span style="font-size: 13.3px;"> : women and horse</span></em></strong></p>

Taken for a ride
<p><em><strong>"Box of Pandora" , by </strong></em><a title="en:Erik Pevernagie" class="extiw" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Erik_Pevernagie"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: #0066cc;"><em><strong>Erik Pevernagie</strong></em></span></span></a><em><strong>, oil on canvas, 66 x 88 cm</strong></em></p> <p><br /><em><strong> When Pandora opened the notorious box, she expected it would contain gifts. Instead, it enclosed evil and plagues.</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>For many years now, many people have opened another kind of box: the box of love, which contains a disastrous evil: Aids. When hearing about this evil, it was like a shot in the dark.</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>They had not been aware of any impending danger and had not known that “something wicked their way was coming”.</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>Pandora’s Box contained, along with plague and evil, also another element : namely hope.</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>For aids-stricken people hope is a luminous aspect. Hope can make life more bearable.Hope always comes after evil has done its work. We cannot keep living on hope, though.</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>If medical research is making better progress, the future will certainly look brighter.</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>Any couple opening suspicious boxes should be aware that safety measures have to be taken. Since danger is lurking , many take recourse to marriage as a "life insurance" and consider it as a "solid investment", like gold.</strong></em></p> <p><br /><em><strong>Phenomenon: Aids</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>Factual starting point of the picture: women</strong></em></p>

Box of pandora
<p><em><strong>"Life untitled" , by </strong></em><a class="extiw" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Erik_Pevernagie" title="en:Erik Pevernagie"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: #0066cc;"><em><strong>Erik Pevernagie</strong></em></span></span></a><em><strong>, oil on paper , 88 x 66 cm</strong></em></p> <p> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: normal; background: #F8F9FA;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US">Life is a game one has got to play. It can be a very versatile performance, though. We must find out how we would like to participate in the game and what role we wish to play.</span></em></strong></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: normal; background: #F8F9FA;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US">By discovering what we want to achieve, we try to give significance to our lives. In this way, we understand how we see ourselves and can realize if we actually own our life or if other people rule it.</span></em></strong></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: normal; background: #F8F9FA;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US">We must identify where we want to go with our living and recognize our next steps.</span></em></strong></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: normal; background: #F8F9FA;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US">When questioning ourselves, we must identify where we are heading to. Do we prefer our life to remain untitled? Will we stand bare and naked without dressing any expectations, or do we decide to interact with the world around us? Will we play a part in the stage of life, or do we choose to remain simply a chapter without a heading, an episode without a caption, an untitled interval?</span></em></strong></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: normal; background: #F8F9FA;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US"><br /> Phenomenon: Life</span></em></strong></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: normal; background: #F8F9FA;"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: normal; background-image: initial; background-position: initial; background-size: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; color: #202122; background: #F8F9FA; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US">Factual starting point of the picture: Naked </span><span style="color: black; mso-color-alt: windowtext;"><a href="https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/Woman" title="Woman"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; color: #0645ad; background: #F8F9FA; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US">woman</span></a></span></em></strong><strong><em><span style="font-family: &quot;Helvetica&quot;,sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; color: red; letter-spacing: .75pt; border: none windowtext 1.0pt; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0cm; padding: 0cm; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US"></span></em></strong></p>

Life untitled
<p><em><strong>"Living life as a </strong><a class="new" href="https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?title=Poem&amp;action=edit&amp;redlink=1" title="Poem (page does not exist)"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: #0066cc;"><strong>poem</strong></span></span></a><strong>" , by </strong></em><a class="extiw" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Erik_Pevernagie" title="en:Erik Pevernagie"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: #0066cc;"><em><strong>Erik Pevernagie</strong></em></span></span></a><em><strong>, oil on paper, 88 x 66 cm</strong></em></p> <p><em><br /><strong> </strong></em></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: " lang="EN-US"><strong><em>Ephemeral emotions can be saved in the backyard of our memory. Beauty and poetry are stored in the mind and illuminate our thoughts.</em></strong></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: " lang="EN-US"><strong><em>When a little girl's aura is caught in the magic of a moment and unveiled anonymously by the beholder's eye, it can be experienced as poetry and turned into an artistic perception. It arouses a cluster of sparkling fireworks in the mind and becomes a poem with a fascinating blend of marvel and enjoyment.</em></strong></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: " lang="EN-US"><strong><em>Such poems are very fragile, though, and may arouse a feeling of fear. It is the fear of losing touch of grace and being torn away from a mutual bond of emotional complicity.</em></strong></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: " lang="EN-US"><strong><em>We find beauty and poetry in the garden of our recollection. In this way, temporality receives lifelong survival.</em></strong></span></p> <p> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: " lang="EN-US"><strong><em>Stars in the sky will always glitter if we are not blinded by the erosion of our emotions, or hampered by our lack of interest and awareness.</em></strong></span></p> <p><br /><em><strong>Phenomenon: Poetry as life modus</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>Factual starting point: Girl</strong></em></p>

Living life as a poem"
<p><em><strong>"Being my best </strong></em><a class="new" href="https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?title=Friend&amp;action=edit&amp;redlink=1" title="Friend (page does not exist)"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: #0066cc;"><em><strong>friend</strong></em></span></span></a><em><strong>" , by </strong></em><a class="extiw" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Erik_Pevernagie" title="en:Erik Pevernagie"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: #0066cc;"><em><strong>Erik Pevernagie</strong></em></span></span></a><em><strong>, oil on canvas.  x</strong></em></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: normal; background-image: initial; background-position: initial; background-size: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial;"><em><strong><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: " lang="EN-GB">Many people cannot love themselves because they only love the illusions that they make of themselves. They merely like to wallow around in the narcissistic cocoon delusively constructed with the bits and pieces of their deceptions. </span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: " lang="EN-US"> </span></strong></em></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: normal; background-image: initial; background-position: initial; background-size: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial;"><em><strong><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: " lang="EN-GB">Let us not be our own worst enemy by permanently looking on the dark side of things. </span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: " lang="EN-US"> </span></strong></em></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: normal; background-image: initial; background-position: initial; background-size: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial;"><em><strong><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: " lang="EN-GB">Our best enemy is the one who challenges us and, so doing, teaches us to set out to discover our potential. At the same time, our worst friend is the one who is numbing us and lulling us into complacency, always being consenting or acquiescent. </span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: " lang="EN-US"> </span></strong></em></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: normal; background-image: initial; background-position: initial; background-size: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial;"><em><strong><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: " lang="EN-GB">Unfailing friends are essential when 'presence' and 'absence' are wrangling in our daily living, and our presence is rampaged by murk and woe while passion and lust for life are being trampled. </span></strong><strong></strong></em></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: normal; background-image: initial; background-position: initial; background-size: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial;"><em><strong><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: " lang="EN-GB">Reliable allies can shore us up, and since we are our best allies, we first must make sure we get along well with ourselves. </span></strong><strong></strong></em></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: normal; background-image: initial; background-position: initial; background-size: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial;"><em><strong><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: " lang="EN-GB">We do well to be our paramount 'significant one.' Being our best friend entails respecting ourselves, recognizing our way of living, and accepting what we are and how we are. It can give us the power to understand and appreciate others. </span></strong><strong></strong></em></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: normal; background-image: initial; background-position: initial; background-size: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial;"><em><strong><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: " lang="EN-GB">Without self-esteem, it is hard to be fond of others. Love for oneself is essential for the love of others and does not by itself stand for a free trip to narcissism or egocentrism. </span></strong><strong></strong></em></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: normal; background-image: initial; background-position: initial; background-size: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial;"><strong><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: " lang="EN-GB"><em>"Love dares you to change our way of caring about ourselves" ("David Bowie" and "Annie Lennox," "Under Pressure"). </em></span></strong><strong></strong></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: normal; background-image: initial; background-position: initial; background-size: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial;"><strong><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: " lang="EN-GB"><br /> <em>Phenomenon: Love and self-esteem</em> </span></strong><strong></strong></p> <p style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; background: #F8F9FA;"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: normal; background-image: initial; background-position: initial; background-size: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial;"><strong><em><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: " lang="EN-GB">Factual starting point: Person's legs </span></em></strong><strong></strong></p> <p><em><strong> </strong></em></p> <p> </p>

Being my best friend
<p><em><strong>"Le ciel c'est l'autre" - "Heaven is the other one" , by </strong></em><a class="extiw" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Erik_Pevernagie" title="en:Erik Pevernagie"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: #0066cc;"><em><strong>Erik Pevernagie</strong></em></span></span></a><em><strong>, oil on paper, 88 x 66 cm xx</strong></em></p> <p><strong><em><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; color: black; mso-color-alt: windowtext; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US">Everybody is an alien to somebody else. The other can be heaven or can be hell. Still and all, the other remains an opportunity to discover ourselves.</span></em></strong></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: normal; background: #F8F9FA;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US"> </span></em></strong><strong><em><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; color: black; mso-color-alt: windowtext; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US">People die from a lack of shared empathy and affinity. When we establish social connectedness, we give hope a chance, and the other can become heaven.</span></em></strong></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: normal; background: #F8F9FA;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US"> </span></em></strong><strong><em><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; color: black; mso-color-alt: windowtext; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US">If the light in our hearts can brighten up the darkness in the mindset of our neighbors, we liberate them from the prison of distrust and prejudice. The healing glow unshackles the frozen atoms of their minds.</span></em></strong></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: normal; background: #F8F9FA;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US"> </span></em></strong><strong><em><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; color: black; mso-color-alt: windowtext; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US">On the dark stormy nights of our life, we can inhale soothing well-being through the radiant glow of an unsuspected lighthouse. We can sense the refreshing rhythm of our heartbeat, feel compassion for ourselves, and, at once, reach out to all others.</span></em></strong></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: normal; background: #F8F9FA;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US"> </span></em></strong><strong><em><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; color: black; mso-color-alt: windowtext; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US">Emotion often outwits intelligence, and intuition renders life surprisingly fluent and enjoyable.</span></em></strong></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: normal; background: #F8F9FA;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; color: black; mso-color-alt: windowtext; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US">Even if a blizzard of suspicion may sometimes fray it, we must keep walking up the happy rainbow of trust and compassion and trust the quality of connectedness.</span></em></strong><strong><em><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US"></span></em></strong></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: normal; background: #F8F9FA;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US"> </span></em></strong><strong><em><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; color: black; mso-color-alt: windowtext; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US">When we evade the grueling imprisonment of a mental cage, we can redirect lost momentum to positive thinking and restrengthen a trust's mold.</span></em></strong></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: normal; background: #F8F9FA;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US"> </span></em></strong><strong><em><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; color: black; mso-color-alt: windowtext; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US">Albert Camus' foreigner is an alien in society, erring as an isolated individual along the strata of a lonely life. He hasn't got the opportunity to know the ins and outs of finding somebody who would bring him heaven and make him discover the juicy fruits of life. They will condemn him to death for that shortage and his lack of human feelings in the first place.</span></em></strong></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: normal; background: #F8F9FA;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US"> </span></em></strong><strong><em><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; color: black; mso-color-alt: windowtext; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US">Jean-Paul Sartre's foreigner doesn't take any chance to find a person who brings him heaven since "the other is hell."</span></em></strong></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: normal; background: #F8F9FA;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; color: black; mso-color-alt: windowtext; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US"><br /> Phenomenon: Social connectedness</span></em></strong><strong><em><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US"></span></em></strong></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: normal; background: #F8F9FA;"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: normal; background: #F8F9FA;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; color: black; mso-color-alt: windowtext; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US">Factual starting point of the picture: <a href="https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/Man" title="Man"><span style="color: black;">Man</span></a> and <a href="https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/Woman" title="Woman"><span style="color: black;">woman</span></a></span></em></strong><strong><em><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US"></span></em></strong></p>

Le ciel c'est l'autre
<p><em><strong>"Transcendental journey" , by </strong></em><a title="en:Erik Pevernagie" class="extiw" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Erik_Pevernagie"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: #0066cc;"><em><strong>Erik Pevernagie</strong></em></span></span></a><em><strong>, oil on cardboard, 88 x 66 cm</strong></em></p> <p><br /><em><strong> When we are able to break free from the imprisonment of our little, small self-thinking and dare to face the essence of life, we recognize we are never at home with ourselves. We are always on the road.</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>By challenging the unknown and the unidentified we are capable of opening our skyline. By transcending our daily reality and embarking on an alternative journey we create an opportunity to taste the many nitty-gritties of life.</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>When we go beyond the day-to-day contingencies and the usual concerns we can understand ourselves better by figuring out the mystery and the anonymity of our surrounding world.</strong></em></p> <p><em><br /><strong> </strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>Phenomenon: Inspiration</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>Factual starting point: woman</strong></em></p>

Transcendental journey
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