The Sidewalk of God

I really like grass. Especially the thick, soft kind that reminds you of the way that you imagine lush carpet feels.

Why is it, then, that in so many places you're not allowed to walk on it? Doesn't it seem very natural to walk on grass? Isn't that its purpose? Kelly M. and I were walking to campus today and talked about the absurdity of forbidding people to walk on grass. It's what God made us to walk on! It struck us both as ridiculous to the point of comical.

Is it because nowadays we don't walk on grass, we trample it? Or is it because we've confused beauty and utility?