Architecture Is The Thoughtful Making Of Space

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

I Just Want To Make My Last Demand In Reverence To The Work Of What Has Been Done By Architects Of The Past. What Was, Has Always Been. What Is, Has Always Been. And What Will Be, Has Always Been. Such Is The Nature Of Beginning.

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.

Greek Architecture Taught Me That The Column Is Where The Light Is Not, And The Space Between Is Where The Light Is. It Is A Matter Of No-light, Light, No-light, Light. A Column And A Column Brings Light Between Them. To Make A Column Which Grows Out Of The Wall And Which Makes Its Own Rhythm Of No-light, Light, No-light, Light: That Is The Marvel Of The Artist.

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