We are living in a period of great upheaval, at a turning point for humanity. The era of absolute rationalism is ending.
The straight line is godless and immoral. The geometric straight line is not a creative line, it is a duplicating line, an imitating line, not existing in nature. The only line which does not correspond to man as the image of God.
The blind, cowardly and stupid application of the geometrically straight line has turned our cities in to deserts, in the aesthetic, psychological and also ecological sense.
Houses are the third skin of man. Man as an individual has forgotten that he has the right to shape his surroundings himself and must not accept prefabrication as inevitable.
The apartment-house tenant must have the freedom to lean out of his window and as far as his arms can reach transform the exterior of his dwelling space (window right).
The outer walls of our modern buildings are our prison walls, for they are anonymous, without emotions, aggressive, heartless, cold and yawningly empty.
In a house, an individually different, organic design of the outer wall of each individual apartment is of fundamental significance, so that the resident can identify with his house from outside.
Happiness in housing is an infinitely more precious quality than conformity to the grid system.
Our computers for architecture and town planning must be fed with all ecological data, all environmental long term information and all information of individual creative needs for beauty and romance, and all information concerning the deep rooted human longings.
We suffocate in our cities through poison and lack of oxygen. We destroy systematically the vegetation which gives us life and lets us breathe. We walk alongside grey and sterile façades of houses. It is our duty to reinstall the rights of nature with all means.
If we must go below nature, that means, symbolically and practically, too, that we must again live in houses where nature is above us, for it is our duty to put nature, which we destroy by building the house, back on the roof. The nature we have on the roof is this piece of earth that we killed by putting the house there.
The horizontal belongs to nature – the vertical may belong to men. All that is white in winter must be green in summer. All that gets wet with rain, all horizontal surfaces under the sky, belong to the realm of plant life.