People Who Neaten Edges

Have you noticed those people who are drawn to work that neatens edges? Men who clean-up and tighten the edge where path meets grass verge (above); warehousemen who push piles of stores into neat shapes and places; painters and decorators; people who sew hems; and there must be dozens more. Surely some people are drawn to these jobs rather than merely find themselves in them? The neat edge serves a practical purpose no doubt but, not to diminish that any, it doesn't tell the whole story does it. Is it a very basic impulse to put form where there wasn't any? People who enjoy walking in the 'mess' of a landscape, but who enjoy (more?) walking beneath architecture. European cathedrals and Chicago office-blocks are true triumphs of neatened edges. Is man-made form simply satisfying to some of us? That simple? Is it some unconscious sense of power as some other things doubtless are? Is it the old 1960s 'existential' impulse - amongst all the creatures I am the only one who imposes form; I joyously exist? It's an idea easy to mock, nevertheless there will be in some of those people who work by the roadside straightening the edge - a satisfaction. I for one appreciate the results.