Looking at the view of Florence from the Boboli Gardens (a long time ago, in November 1995), I thought how short an individual life is to accomplish anything. So many of the important things - magnificent buildings and cities - have spanned many lives, taken many generations of people to be created. It's as though we're set down in a gigantic playground and invited to add our contribution - like the kind of game where each player adds or moves a brick. And maybe one's contribution is not to do anything, but just to enjoy the playground - to see it, and that is a contribution in itself. Or to look beautiful for long enough for another person to appreciate it for one moment. To be oneself, in short - that is the contribution.