05 Here

Here from end.

Come golden God let I serve you in remembrance.

Is the life inside or outside of us?  In our souls?  Or how we interact with the City?  Our minds are full of confusion from the meeting of mind with the environment (outside) and our various interiors, yet we believe too much order would be rhetorical, because it is only made for effect when history and modernity create a maze like structure and many fashions in taste, if not only understanding of the past through construction. So, all we can do is accept.  This is of course false whereby rationalism is coming back around in the form of a minimalist reprieve, and will survive today for the City is mind, and the mind is City.  We must forgive and make acceptance with ourselves, more order would help though, so one could presume the life is outside of us in the environment, and we supplement it; that is only to say if time is of the essence whereby money dictates the simplest solution in all its forms.  Making our lives in the built forms that surround us.  Calm and karma are the most beautiful things we can learn from the nature of the Earth though.  Therefore, the life is our perception of our surroundings, and the conjunction of exterior, interior, and mind.  Why do we sometimes not accept the people and things we see, when we are all feeling the same?  Is it just a bad day?  There is more to it than this: 'being' sees our nature seesaw from one frame to another in terms of feeling, relative to two minutes ago, or two hours ago, until we join the sequence of dots.  Oftentimes we will see eureka moments personal to ourselves by a sequence of experiences.  But if we cannot, then falling in love is the answer.  Falling in love with someone you want to experience everything with, and falling in love with an object, a toy, a food, a piece of architecture, even an interior, or a book.  It is built on experience, the shared or individual feeling at the time, the memory.  The 'hygge' sense of place.  The tranquillity, the enjoyment, and the pleasure of a candle, a conversation, the cosiness of our experience.  Sometimes love walks past us in the street, sometimes we are not ready for it, but that is the pleasure of it, knowing it is there, it exists!  If we feel inadequate then we must bolster ourselves up, and talk through our issues, our problems with family or friends.  But not only must we first accept we have to be in a good frame of mind, second, we must go about seeking our own pleasure from it.  Being quintessential to the scene.  Dressing up.  Making our interior heartfelt, as we desire, not what fashion tells us.  We are free, and therefore we can go about living with empathy for others but most of all celebrating our own lives in love and happiness.  If there were a magic answer to falling in love, it would be here.  A key is to love thy self-first, and to go on healing oneself without your partner until you find your own inner calm.  But be ready always, if only to remember love comes when we least expect it, so do not let it leave you once it is within your grasp.  If we can only all be in love, all the time, and then the World would be a loving, giving, fine place to be.  'History is place': therefore, acceptance and love of history takes effect, but is love new or old?  Someone may be old-fashioned and take his lady to the theatre, or love may be new, and one will seduce each other with just a look.  Fear not for knowing which you are, but fair kindly to each other and always trust knowing each other more and more will help to behold one in true love.  So, what is it about new places, that seduce us so much?  Are they of old origin?  Well no, only in very minimal construction.  When we fall in love with the new, we embrace it more than the old, because it is of us.  So, making is the key.  Making each other, making ourselves, and making new objects and places.  My love is of making and has been since I was very young.  Making models, drawings, and wooden toys.  Until I became an architect and making intrinsically took full priority to my time.  If objects were buildings, and buildings were objects, I would hold the object model in as high esteem as the building itself.  But a building is a pastime.  A liveable space, and so to live in history could be a lie, for it has no representation, meaning or consequence to us, if not only the younger generation now.  We cannot share the context of when it was built.  May we go on re-building this fine country until we see a revolution in our time.  To conclude love is within us and the City and its architecture are outside.  But it is always with an inner dialogue that we seek and find change to make living within inside us.