What we seek, at the deepest level, is inwardly to resemble, rather than physically to possess, the objects and places that touch us through their beauty.
You normally have to be bashed about a bit by life to see the point of daffodils, sunsets and uneventful nice days.
There is a danger of developing a blanket distaste for modern life which could have its attractions but lack the all-important images to help us identify them.
It is perhaps when our lives are at their most problematic that we are likely to be most receptive to beautiful things.
It would be foolish to describe the logistics hub as merely ugly, for it has the horrifying, soulless, immaculate beauty characteristic of many of the workplaces of the modern world.