Even A Room Which Must Be Dark

How Precious A Book Is In Light Of The Offering, In The Light Of The One Who Has The Privilege Of This Offering. The Library Tells You Of This Offering

We Are Born Of Light. The Seasons Are Felt Through Light. We Only Know The World As It Is Evoked By Light.

The Room Is The Beginning Of Architecture.

Thoughts Exchanged By One And Another Are Not The Same In One Room As In Another.

The Sun Never Knew How Great It Was Until It Hit The Side Of A Building.