moss

Dear All,

I've recently faced a philosophical conundrum. (what else do you expect from someone who's been clearing tennis courts for four days?)

Here's how it started.

Upon close inspection of the tennis courts, I realized that there was a thick layer of moss covering most of the court. At first, I started to shovel it up, attacking this intruder as the ground-thief that is was. After a break, I changed my tune.

I sympathise with the moss, as it was there first. And plus, I really like moss. It reminds me of home in Victoria. But I also really enjoy Tennis. So unfortunately I had to destroy all of it, and then add insult to injury by spraying the courts with a toxic weed-killer. Such is life.

But it made me think about other intruder/i-was-here-first type relationships. We've all experienced it in the sandbox, and that kind of thing is happening on a political level all the time in the colonies. Where do ones rights begin/end? Does nature have rights?

-J