We join spokes together in a wheel,
but it is the center hole
that makes the wagon move.

We shape clay into a pot,
but it is the emptiness inside
that holds whatever we want.

We hammer wood for a house,
but it is the inner space
that makes it livable.

We work with being,
but non-being is what we use.

Whoso loves, believes in the impossible

I dwell in Possibility -
A fairer House than Prose -
More numerous of Windows -
Superior - for Doors -