From time to time on the street you find yourself in front of a beautiful tree covered in tender pink or brilliant white blossom, a gracious adornment to the street. But as you look at it you realize that it is there according to some precise plan and not by chance. And the fact that it is not there by chance but according to a precise plan makes its beauty seem sad. In Italy a tree in blossom at the roadside would be a delightful surprise. It would be there by chance, having sprung out of the earth in sheer joy, and not because a calculated decision had been made that it should be there.
