In my 24 years of life I never realized the difference I would make in every individual as I made a difference as an indivisible. We all have the power to change, you make believe. Thirst the word as much as you crave the food. We are in our own cell no matter where we go. We change the rules as we see fit. Understanding the basics lead us to enlightment. Abroad and home are tow perspectives in which run parallel to each other. One may not conceive the difference, in time one may all come to all. The light never exceeds its nature in space. Each sentence stands on its own not competing one with the other. The translation is only understood in the written language for it loses flavor in its search for the meaning.
As you read you may wonder where is the point A point in space as a dot of earth in the universe. The rules of grammar hath been understood, as well as broke and creative writing has taken its toll. Running thoughts as running water, each fighting or collecting its own meaning racing with its band wagon. A lot of jargon to be freed. Connecting the soul with the spirit from its land escaping home. Analyzing and critically thinking is essential but each mind his or her own. Take as you will, will as you take. This may not make sense but we will understand one day. The vocabulary is simple until it expands to the fullest extent.
You may stop reading now as my mind solemnly hurts as I write these few words that hath been trapped in my soul. I may not understand but who cares now days writing on a piece of toilet paper with which this exert came to play, bare minimum including the ink of materiality between the flesh of the fingers. It and its gets boring, it has nothing to refer to but its previous sway. Leave me now or continue this writious journey for it only gets darker as we leave our knowings. Followed the path that was created for me or follow your own — you may stumble and fall but never leave your own. This is surely to create money but its not as pleasurable to see its ideas spread.
I wrote this after ten days and ten nights of silence taken all at once in less than an hour. Think as you will and will as you speak. Everything gets harder the more that I swallow, the more that swallowed the harder the heal for my soars. Its 3:30am and its a fight between I, You and We. Staying sober after the Fayetteville Life has definitely been a challenge in its self, its not easy coming down after five years of classical training — afterall its been a wild hog experience here at home. There’s no time to rest when the entire world depends on immigration to move about resources that we share everyday. Correct me if I am wrong, pick me up if I fail… do not however tell me how to run my life as for I’ve already stated the above. There’s no need for apologies neither expenses for pityness. High your ground beyond the milkyways. These waves reach further than our own galaxy notebooks on that case ~
Leave your comments in a box unless is constructive leave emotions at home for I am forgiving in nature. Challenge my scholarship do not however race with my charger for I will always take flight before you lock my doors shut. The secret hath already been told it is no longer a secret don’t wonder why or how just do like the greek gods high above the roman stouts. Stay in your position as you were raised, absorb water form the soil that has been fertile for your trunk to grow. Let yourself branch out and reach gravity as it raises to your bushes. It refers back to the previous subject to oxinate the leaves in which shall bear fruit. Be willing to read on as I am willing to share on. Support marriage as we gap the ending to racism and homophobia, which still haunts us in our very own backyard.
Hatred has been fed to every humanity due to our sinful nature. Synthesizing is my hobby like the hobbit looking for its ring. I am silly and funny in nature as the monkeys who met caveman on 5th St. We create and imagine as we wish neither is to be upheld for a golden ring. We stable our stacks and the voices that travel. Remember to forget ambient light is faster than the speed of sound. Our voices will always ring as long as we still have Jupiter for our wrings to fling. The conservatives will always fight its own tradition but little do they know they’ve gotten caught up in their own rhythm of New Orleans bloom. We are a broken record to our own hearts. They’ve used us for our own free will, its time to free us from our own freedom.
Its like a three way call but on deny us when we ask for our landline. You know our voice and for whom we speak and write for they are afraid to loose hope and is as if we’re properties to be owned, first class as wee ride their backs. The new digital era has brought about a new consciousness to a mass of people, lucky are those who continue to read not so they might get it but understand the forces, differences at our home state. The idea of answering prayers dates back to ancient times which is a book in a shefl I wish not to read but at least a mature time when perfection is not a disease but a solution to the world’s needs. Acid flows through the body as my heartburn pops up — blame it on the dollar meal I’ve been feeing on. I won’t deny, it kept me alive, sufficient enough to keep my calories burned up. Please take your time and read back as for my freedom runs with justice and liberty on its back. I will contineu to write until I run out of ink or paper* I have enough to wipe my own words later. Mind the smelly sounds for gas should be free of charge. I’ve only used 1/8 of ink and 2/3 of issues, its time to go — if you catch my shift.
Its now 6am and the water seams to be clear. There’s nothing left but a letter I’m waiting on and my family to walk me down the isle. By the time you reading this 10 days and 10 nights will have tome to see the light. There’s nothing like hot chocolate on a cold wintry night. International relations is tricky while community college lends itself to the corps. Now Mr. Futures are working on their home wifey soon to be husbands. Held on to this cell for too long, secret thoughts of a criminally misinterpreted young handsome man who dreamed of a perfect wedding at the perfect place on the perfect timing. WHo would of thought mocking could get a bee and world z killed for a crime they did not commit. WHo would of thought the radio and channel stations would come calling for me. IF they have placed hatred as a first call you best believe its your own fault. I am reading and wrting the past future and present tense. These fake voices over the HVAC have me hallucinating who your face could be. How time is always my favorite, I ponder how many sucides you have taken Kanye West since you want to be bold I can be BOLD you ignant son of a bitch — now what kind of class is that. Kim and her Kardashians can suck on that — no homo right.
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Diagrams as a Design Tool
To explain an idea which one is attempting to convey in diagrams is intended to express, and deliver the idea clearly and precisely that to design a building is to design a physical representation of an ideal atmosphere at different scales. They are heart felt and remembered. It’s the complexity of our society now that information is sent at Godspeed^1, whether it’s for a desired city or design subject. The tool becomes the focus point to a private audience of public insiders of a working group. There is an emotional relationship. The shared systems of conventions and symbols for our communication require concentration rather than searching or it becomes an external anonymous audience.
The new typology is yet to come with “a new type of reality” expressed through diagrams. The arrows are a quick perspective of mass section and connections. It’s an iconic image. The arrows and the connecting points lead us to a conceptual diagram: “evolving conception, formulate the orient of the building.”^2 A building that flows must analyze private and personal audiences. The architect must mold the building to fit individuals lifestyle into these diagrams. The table napkin for example becomes a subject of conversation for architects. It frames and structures the social interaction as they explore perfect solutions to today’s problems.
Observations from Architecture History
Moving further into Le Corbusier’s mature work, one can start connecting the pieces of his rigorous explorations. Understanding the “variations on a utopian theme” developed his ideal community. His visions were set and La Tourette Monestary best portrays his utopian ideals.
The ideas of mass housing based on individual units when multiplied begs for organization and composition of a collective whole. Furthermore, it demands order and unity to create harmony among the collective units. Le Corbusier allows his dreams to become a reality by devoting himself to architecture. “As a reward Architecture will bring a special happiness to those who have given her their whole being.”
Le Corbusier finds faith and gives a part of himself to each of his creations. He created order and unity within his own utopian theme, which was detrimental when it came to the grand scale of a city. He was able to create a reality for the modern man, for an “ordered” community; he stated the problem and came up with multiple solutions. At the scale of the Monastery of Ema, one can begin to put together his utopian ideas for an “ideal” community. Furthermore, the work of La Maison de Hommes inject certain ideas into society. Then it begins to recast the community as a whole; a community with freedom and mobility. One can appreciate the pieces and the connections he made through his explorations. One cannot multiply a “utopian theme” for mass housing, especially when one begins to deal with family units and other complex parts of society which was never understood, evident by the lack of “ordered” collectivity in the City for Three-Million.