The Next Century's Task Will Be To

Man Knows That The World Is Not Made On A Human Scale; And He Wishes That It Were.

And When Man Faces Destiny, Destiny Ends And Man Comes Into His Own.

Even The West Has Known The Architecture Of Empty Space, Whose Object, For Thousands Of Years, Has Been Less To Construct Divine Houses, Than To Create Sacred Places, To Seize Upon Mystery And To Immerse Man In It-whether By Raising The Cyclopean Pedestal That Surrounds Him With Stars, Or By Hollowing Out The Sanctuary That Wraps Him In Haunted Night.

Always, However Brutal An Age May Actually Have Been, Its Style Transmits Its Music Only.

The Next Century's Task Will Be To Rediscover Its Gods.