We Are Born Of Light. The Seasons

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

I Try To Create Homes, Not Houses.

Even A Room Which Must Be Dark Needs At Least A Crack Of Light To Know How Dark It Is.

The Person Of Old Had The Same Brilliance Of Mind That We Assume We Have Now. But That Which Made A Thing Become Manifest For The First Time Is Our Great Moment Of Creative Happening.

How Accidental Our Existences Are, Really, And How Full Of Influence By Circumstance.