Just as how perspective rules our existence,
perspective is our existence.
No matter where you stand or how you choose to see,
the way something appears cannot be duplicated through another's eyes
and solely has meaning based on who we are.
Battling the constant pressure of falling into sameness.
That fear of failing and the fear of doing wrong inhibits ones pure desires and actions.
By inhibiting and filtering the human mind, what one produces is a less individualistic piece of art.

Many times the inspiration we take from things is not pure. It rules how we excite and entertain our opinions due to it's already pervasive nature.
The end results, lackluster pieces, reflect not what the artist contrives or means to convey but may illustrate what their portrayal can articulate into, within a pop-culture driven, advertising corrupted society.

WORDS
We all associate words differently.
Language barriers pervade every conversation regardless the intellectual abilities of these persons. We can hear differently or obscurely, a word that is being meant to imply something else, because of our individual experiences. So really, is life a mixture of trying to decode and order and understand what already has been understood? We are a people who reproduce thoughts and ideas with our own twist because of how we perceive them to exist in our personal realities.

my God.

the fleeting discourse of nature

Everything tries to do something. It attempts something, it experiments along some parameters, and it eventually reaches some version of the final product it was in reach of.
Yet I don't think anything ever fully accomplishes doing what it intended or was innately driven on doing.
I guess that depends on what you mean by fully and what you mean by doing.
In any case, Flaws are ever present, since truth is ever changing.
What is it about truth that is ever changing and in flux?
The answer to that is another question:

What is it when things are true?

Where does truth come from and what does truth mean to us?
We base things on temporary ideas, built on premises of hypothesis and theory, and those premises of fact or experiment constantly change and evolve. The base of truth is always doubtable, questionable, corruptible. Yet truth is what we pivot our everyday lives around and what molds our conceptions of the environment.
What that tells me about the way things are presented to us in our world, cities and environments is that in a moment of realization one cannot lose sight of the possibility that what we conceive as truth is really not true at all. TRUTH is a figment of our imaginations.

What else?
Oh yess....
Since flaws are always present (because of truth being in constant flux) then presenting pseudo-matter, false information is more successful in nature than presenting truth.

Ok, now I'm just rambling...

sono vivere

The way things act and react reflects their nature, the inherent properties of their being. If the realm of cause and effect is universally governed by natural balance, then the source of that equilibrium must reside within the very architecture of existence.

selective sanity

Architecture has a resemblance to us.
It resembles something of the human scale, something that keeps us associated with our environment.

There is a problem.

As architecture begins to describe and define people, and become more inclusive of human conduct, the body, the form, we are less isolated. We are affected by every move, a slight drop in the height of a wall, a mere slot of light that washes you awake, a window placed carefully enough that it frames a special view from a particular position.

You wonder that when architecture begins to do something "new", something radical, something unforseen, unpredicted, and indefinite, what happens to us?

Can radical things begin to define us as radical people? Can we see, in ourselves, a reflection of something foreign that has begun to define our existence? How could humans potentially react to these effects psychologically and physically?

Could it be that the abnormal, radical things might give us our insanity back?
I suppose this would do us the biggest favor by tampering with our most natural faculties, with reason and conscience. If we our lucky, we may find sanity has been switched off and madness on. After all, the only real sane feeling one ever feels is the moment they are born, that rush of wind to their face as they make their very first sound ever in the arms of the one person most accountable for their creation, successes, failures and destruction. From then on one's goal must be to hit a point of insanity, rock-bottom nothingness, to ever feel real again. Hopefully not being cradled in the arms of their mother.