No matter what my paintings are upcoming events, occurring absolutely . Here though, as with premonitions dealing with death - there is the possibility of preventing the event. A beautiful grant, a miracle really. if it wasn’t for the truth in it with all its gorgeous power —sadness would consume me over the the subjects true loss— what’s to be saved here is not much of a life as it is a gift to his family . Hopefully you might mean a grain of salt to this reckless mess contorting himself to those who wish him no less the inability to prevent what would to his oblivious and self deprecating sight seem like just a reactionary oddity in acquaintances with those he had ordinarily abstained from— but with his delay in many conversations with his heart that would simply and quickly lead to conclusive foresight— lacking the necessary wisdom leaves him unprepared for both opportunity ( where luck thrives) and blind to the fact that the undigested, queued heart dialogue should very well be enough to note the answer is in the questioning itself— now the plagued and bruised mind is at the whims of hobbies in self deprecating solutions of one like solvent of sins as a means to feel the need to cope with what in reality is a temporary conflict. To be in this subjects shoes i cannot imagine a more horrifying elevation or return to consciousness -as I assume such a cursed circumstance would blurr the subject into thinking it needs— all the while missing and forgetting no matter the stress in reminders- such a message ( and in my experience as well) —such a message absolutely won’t make sense —though the message is clear. Obviously an incorrect turn was made where we decided to ask the heart why we listened to it in the first place— forgetting intuition all together, doubting it would be the same as forgetting what intuition is as the result may have affirmed it is yet to be— nevertheless upon the burn or loss we suddenly remember where and when the heart had our back, and what it means to not need much if an explanation from the heart— as they say —the heart needs no explanation… But when we need a mistake, (wont miss these *) we ask the heart why instead of thanking it, it closes to light fact— that a note at all is sufficient for it is the heart after all, and we are left with it as our parents are left to love us unconditionally .. But here I say— why harm what and or those/ what loves us unconditionally? We know this love as the only love, original love. perhaps, if we lack gratitude .. If we are ungrateful for what keeps us safe from fathomable and unfathomable events that lead to real undeniable pain , we will hurt what thrives on its inability to do the same to us. Hurting ourselves is one in the same. But the sorrow in hurting what loves us unconditionally is so heavy, forgiving yourself takes more than a modest lifetime with an immediate understanding that this is , like the only real love you received in order to know- the only real pain you can ever inflict .