The truth is simple. If it was complicated, everyone would understand it.
The past, the future, majesty, love - if they are vacant of you, you are vacant of them.
All architecture is what you do to it when you look upon it.
Give me the splendid, silent sun with all his beams full-dazzling.
I sing the body that is electric! I celebrate the Self yet to be unveiled!
There was a child went forth everyday, And the first object he looked upon and received with wonder or pity or dread, that object he became, And that object became part of him for the day or a certain part of the day... or for many years or stretching cycles of years.