The More Living Patterns There Are In

All Matter/space Has Some Degree Of "self" In It, And This Self, Or Anyway Some Aspect Of The Personal, Is Something Which Infuses All Matter/space And Everything We Know As Matter But Now Think To Be Mechanical.

The Specific Patterns, Out Of Which A Building Or A Town Is Made May Be Alive Or Dead. To The Extent They Are Alive, They Let Our Inner Forces Loose, And, Set Us Free; But When They Are Dead They Keep Us Locked In Inner Conflict.

It Is Not Possible To Make Great Buildings, Or Great Towns, Beautiful Places, Places Where You Feel Yourself, Places Where You Feel Alive, Except By Following This Way. And, As You Will See, This Way Will Lead Anyone Who Looks For It To Buildings Which Are Themselves As Ancient In Their Form, As The Trees And Hills, And As Our Faces Are.

It Is Possible To Make Buildings By Stringing Together Patterns, In A Rather Loose Way. A Building Made Like This, Is An Assembly Of Patterns. It Is Not Dense. It Is Not Profound. But It Is Also Possible To Put Patterns Together In Such A Way That Many Patterns Overlap In The Same Physical Space: The Building Is Very Dense; It Has Many Meanings Captured In A Small Space; And Through This Density, It Becomes Profound.

To Seek The Timeless Way We Must First Know The Quality Without A Name. There Is A Central Quality Which Is The Root Criterion Of Life And Spirit In A Man, A Town, A Building, Or A Wilderness. This Quality Is Objective And Precise, But It Cannot Be Named.