At its best our age is an age of searchers and discoverers, and at its worst, an age that has domesticated despair and learned to live with it happily. ↗
I was a really picky eater as a child. Because I was obsessed by Popeye, my mum and aunts would put my food in a can to represent spinach and we'd hum the Popeye tune and then I'd happily eat it. ↗
You can just drift unhappily towards this vision of heaven on earth, and ultimately that is what architecture is a vision of: Heaven on earth, at it's best. ↗