You Can Never Learn Anything That Is

The Sun Never Knew How Great It Was Until It Hit The Side Of A Building.

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.

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.

All Material In Nature, The Mountains And The Streams And The Air And We, Are Made Of Light Which Has Been Spent, And This Crumpled Mass Called Material Casts A Shadow, And The Shadow Belongs To Light.

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