Zen Crapaud

As a Crapaud - that is the Jersaias for toad - I spend much of my time under a pile of leaves pondering what may be happening out there in the big wide world.
This week it's been about what those Jersey folk call litter.
Leaves fall from trees and forms Leaf Litter which is good for gardens. People sweep them up from the parish roads along with all other debris and compost it to form Bannelais which farmers spread on their fields to grow "Royals". Also - clean roads are safer roads - it's more difficult to slip and slide.

Sounds good so far - so why all this fuss I hear about from The Jersey Litter Council ? It seems some folk have a bee in their bonnet about the "leaves" that people - and indeed dogs - drop.
Crapaud once visited India. There the streets were littered with all maner of matter - frequently decaying with the most interesting of odours. It was there that Crapaud first met the idea that the trappings of the teckhnological age - cigarette packages, and sweet wrappers for example - had invested in them those same artistic creative qualities that had previously been directed towards the great temples. So Crapaud - the simple mind that he was - fell as much in love with the street litter - as he was with the trees and temples - and felt he had almost a duty to contribute to it whenever he had the opportunity.
So Crapaud now has a problem. He loves litter - but many folks do not.
What is he to do?
Obviously a time to consult the bag of bones - and see what they say.
  1. "Rules are made for the guidance of the wise and the obediance of the foolish" - what effect does a draconian £500 fine have?
  2. Are Crapeauds timid?
    "He who fights and runs away, will live to fight another day."
  3. "When there is conflict - remember the meditation Not Two ".
    There are not two viewpoints - viz:- Both viewpoints - and any other a fellow inhabitant of the planet may have - all are valid pieces of the rich and vast tapestry that is any issue. It can be divided to examine pieces - but the pieces are not the whole.
Ah - the bones seem to tell all. - There are no answers only questions. - Time to go back to sleep under my pile of leaves.

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