We Are Born Of Light. The Seasons

A Work Of Art... Is Not A Living Thing... That Walks Or Runs. But The Making Of A Life. That Which Gives You A Reaction. To Some It Is The Wonder Of Man's Fingers. To Some It Is The Wonder Of The Mind. To Some It Is The Wonder Of Technique. And To Some It Is How Real It Is. To Some, How Transcendent It Is. Like The 5th Symphony, It Presents Itself With A Feeling That You Know It, If You Have Heard It Once.

The Crocodile Must Want To Be A Crocodile For Reasons Of The Crocodile

Even A Room Which Must Be Dark Needs At Least A Crack Of Light To Know How Dark It Is.

All Material In Nature, The Mountains And The Streams And The Air And We, Are Made Of Light Which Has Been Spent, And This Crumpled Mass Called Material Casts A Shadow, And The Shadow Belongs To Light.

Architecture Appears For The First Time When The Sunlight Hits A Wall. The Sunlight Did Not Know What It Was Before It Hit A Wall.