A man offered to pay a sum of money to his twelve-year-old daughter if she mowed the lawn. The girl went at the task with great zest and by evening the whole lawn had been beautifully mowed; well, everything except a large uncut patch of grass in one corner.
When the man said he couldn’t pay the sum agreed upon because the whole lawn hadn’t been mowed, the girl said she was ready to forego the money, but would not cut the grass in the patch.
Curious to find out why, he checked the uncut patch. There, right in the centre of the patch, sat a large toad. The girl had been too tender-hearted to run it over with the lawn-mower.
Where there is compassion and kindness, you have to expect some disorder. We would find perfect order and harmony only in well-ordered graveyard. Perfect order would make the world a graveyard. I imagine no one would want to live in a graveyard, but in a world of compassion and tolerance.