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Every Building Must Have... Its Own Soul.

I Sense A Threshold: Light To Silence, Silence To Light - An Ambiance Of Inspiration, In Which The Desire To Be, To Express, Crosses With The Possible Light To Silence, Silence To Light Crosses In The Sanctuary Of Art.

The Sun Does Not Realise How Wonderful It Is Until After A Room Is Made.

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

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