" "One drink after work." , by Erik Pevernagie, (100 x 100cm), oil on canvas. X Once our imagination starts collapsing and the fragrant blossoms of our inspiration are wilting, petal after petal, our awareness may shake to its foundations, but nothing might deter us if we find the strength to rediscover the path back to the undifferentiated groundedness of our being and the essence of our roots. If the giddiness of life and the pressure of time might make us tumble from our tight line, let us inhale the wisdom of our inspiration and reshape our "inner void" into an "inner space" and refurbish it with the fundamental, vital particles of our everyday experience. Before our life is rolling down into an inescapable descent, let us snoop around and poke about the happy surprises falling into the basket of our inventiveness and keep on laughing and dancing until the end of time, whatever happens. If the great wheel of life confronts us with exasperating situations and squeezes us in the wrong places at wrong times, we must choose to follow the path of resilience and clutch to the anchor points of survival in our environment. A headline in a tabloid, "One drink after work and she found herself battered, bitten and raped," can give us an impression of how people might be victimized by destiny. Shoes, handbag, bottles scattered around can be painful requisites of evil having done its job. On Friday evening of November 16, 2015, innocent people attended a friendly concert at a Parisian music hall, "Bataclan," and some were peacefully sipping a drink at a terrace in the neighborhood; terror struck the place suddenly and turned the whole environment into a scene of horror. Let us learn to sense the bad Karma that may hang on our path to avoid dreadful incidents and strengthen our confidence. Phenomenon: Destiny, wrong place, wrong time Factual starting point: a chromatic description of the scene: legs, shoes, handbag, bottle