We Are Born Of Light. The Seasons

Architecture Is The Reaching Out For The Truth.

You Can Never Learn Anything That Is Not A Part Of Yourself.

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.

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.

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