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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 is Eryo), 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.
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