Here’s a little something my husband Alex wrote. He claims he’s not a druid :-)
“Why do we take such pleasure from parallel lines? Nature is jumbled, messy – right angles and parallels have no place there. An alien imposition. We take pleasure from regularity, order, from imposing ourselves upon what is.
“Or perhaps that’s not it. The lines, row upon row of verticals, on the school yard fence, towers and walls and drainpipes of our cities, they remind us of the primeval forests of our ancestors. The trunks of gigantic trees towering over us – reaching up into an impossible sky, stretching away into the invisible distance. Echos of the past.”
