Where in fields of our choosing, we build temples to reach the sky
Of our storied heights of ascendance, we'll no longer need ask why
The dreamscapes of the builders leave their mark upon the horizon
And the world is no longer quiet, where the schemes are enlivened
Who will we become, who stand on our stage, the drama is begun
Our destiny is alive, our struggles will end, obstacles overcome
“The fate of the architect is the strangest of all in this way. How
often he expends his whole soul, his whole heart and passion, to
produce buildings into which he himself may never enter.”
Goethe
