In the beginning, when I first went West, I thought it was because I was in love with loneliness. Love of a certain kind of life and a certain kind of natural beauty was involved as well. But as I grow older, as I see more of the world, I realize that it was not actually loneliness I sought, but rather the fulfillment of a more subtle and persistent human need. It was the pursuit of the wraith of order: the unformulated wish to find some place where man had not yet begun to set out his garbage can…