Every Building Must Have... Its Own Soul.

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.

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

Even A Brick Wants To Be Something

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.

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.