I suspect, or perhaps only hope the day will come when we stop stringing wires in front of otherwise beautiful sunsets. Most of us don’t see power lines, telephone or television cables strung between us and the sights we might otherwise enjoy. We see through them. Or think we do. Perhaps because enjoyment has become such a small part of the life we expect. Cables and wires become the unseen background of existence. What merely is. Or might be, if we noticed. The encroachment of industrial riffraff. But imagine, if you can, a planning authority refusing to allow a project because it would lessen the beauty of a hillside, or the sight of a red and yellow sunset over an orange ocean.