Now and then I come across an article on
that rock garden in Japan where there’s just
a space of sand and a few rocks in it.
The author, no matter who
he is, sets out either to suggest
that the position of the rocks in the space
follows some geometrical plan productive
of the beauty one observes, or not
satisfied with mere suggestion, he
makes diagrams and detailed analyses.
So when I met Ashihara, the
Japanese music and dance critic (his first
name escapes me now), I told him
that I thought those stones could have been
anywhere in that space, that I
doubted whether their relationship was a
planned one, that the emptiness of
the sand was such that it could support
stones at any points in it.
Ashihara had already given me a present, some
table mats, but then he asked me
to wait a moment while he went into
his hotel. He came out
and gave me the tie I am now wearing.