There are no accidents. Everything we do, make, and create — the good, bad, lovely, and ugly — is by design. Like good versus evil or right against wrong, beauty and ugly are in an epic, timeless battle. Beauty is always within reach, so it seems absurd there is even a contest. Yet every time I drive a big, bleak highway bounded by subdivisions of cheap, expensive, identical houses lacking trees or significance, absurdity abounds. I die a little. God may have created Earth, but we’re rapid...