How Accidental Our Existences Are,

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

The Nature Of Space Reflects What It Wants To Be.

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

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

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.