The Sun Does Not Realise How Wonderful

I Sense Light As The Giver Of All Presences, And Material As Spent Light. What Is Made By Light Casts A Shadow, And The Shadow Belongs To Light.

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

Consider The Momentous Event In Architecture When The Wall Parted And The Column Became.

I Try To Create Homes, Not Houses.

Even A Brick Wants To Be Something