"Alpha and Omega", by Erik Pevernagie, 50 × 66 cm, oil on paper

In the beginning, is the word, and the word is love, and love is imagination. When love takes us through the sun-dappled garden of our imagination, no stalking horses can perturb the rainbow in our mind or fade out its bright colors reflecting our memory's blue sky.

Love can be one of the main underlying reasons for living as it rocks between the "Alpha and Omega" of our existence.

Love can tell us so many things about the deep waters of our inner self and the secrecy in the hidden brushwood of our emotions.

Though love is a promising 'possibility,' it is not an ultimate warranty. It is merely a 'contingent' phenomenon.

If we don't cultivate the growing patch of our feelings closely, emotional anarchism can disrupt the mosaic of our thinking pattern, with love becoming a series of misunderstandings.

If we expect to identify ourselves in a second other but don't recognize ourselves in our choice, living can turn into bitterness because the wheel of time has set another compass. When we understand that the chosen one is merely a fabrication of our imagination, the ivory tower of our expectations patently crumbles down. Only, by revisiting and resetting our emotional construction we ingrain its substance and viability.

Because time can convert the flame of love into a poor pilot light, a paradise of adoration can become a setting of acrimony. Ecstasy can change into disinterest, and mutual complicity becomes a balance of power, heaven turning into a nightmare.

Let us embrace the lighting highways of our brain and oust the distorting indifference with its horrendous aftermath before our vision becomes shrouded by total blindness. Let us not descend, through listlessness, on a mediocre omicron but complete our spiritual life journey into a fulfilling omega.

Because love is imagination, it has the power to open unsuspected horizons, kindle hope, and make us to our best friends, rousing affection, good feelings, sunniness, attachment, and passion.

Phenomenon: The quality of love

Factual starting point of the picture: girl in expectation

"L'amour peut être la clé de voûte de l'être, mais il n'est que du sable dans une paume de la main. Il est une «possibilité» , pas une assurance. Plus on serre, moins on obtient. L'amour est un phénomène "contingent"."