“What we need,' Henry says, 'is a fresh start. A blank slate. Let's call her Tabula Rasa.”

“We're not blank slates. What we've done, what we've survived all go into us.”

“We are here to inscribe ourselves on the universe, and it is not inappropriate to remind ourselves of this when blank slates are given us.”

“You, little blank slate,on which we write our misfortune,learn the lesson for today:you are rare enough to be stolen.”

“It is self-evident that the tabula rasa of modernization favors the optimum use of earth-moving equipment inasmuch as a totally flat datum is regarded as the most economic matrix upon which to predicate the rationalization of construction.”

“I stand in the sacred human presence. As I do now, so should you stand some day. I pray to your presence that this be so. Let the future remain uncertain for that is the canvas to receive our desires. Thus the human condition faces its perpetual tabula rasa. We possess no more than this moment where we dedicate ourselves continuously to the sacred presence we share and create.”