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.
The Sun does not realise how wonderful it is until after a room is made.
Even a brick wants to be something
The crocodile must want to be a crocodile for reasons of the crocodile
The nature of space reflects what it wants to be.
If people want to see Beaux-Arts, it's fine with me. I'm interested in good architecture as anybody else.