Even A Brick Wants To

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

Also Marvelous In A Room Is The Light That Comes Through The Windows Of A Room And That Belongs To The Room. The Sun Does Not Realize How Beautiful It Is Until After A Room Is Made. A Man’s Creation, The Making Of A Room, Is Nothing Short Of A Miracle. Just Think, That A Man Can Claim A Slice Of The Sun.

Design Is Not Making Beauty, Beauty Emerges From Selection, Affinities, Integration, Love.

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

Just Think, That Man Can Claim A Slice Of The Sun.