WWBD?

Let's explore this metaphor further:

You are in your field of zen, and you are breathing with the Buddha, letting all things seep in and holding the good and the bad precious in your hands, then letting them go. You are nearing an understanding that suffering and joy are parts of life, and they do not happen in an equal balance. Life, the Buddha tells you, is not fair nor just, nor should we expect it to be despite our invented systems of law. Attempts to manage the unmanagable. Justice is fabricated. Your child may grow up to do terrible things; you may never find love, but you can still delight in the daffodils.

Indeed. So--field of zen, daffodils, maybe some bread and olives thrown in for good measure, and you are concerned with what--a fence? The obtrusive electric fence? Whose field is this, anyway? Fuck the fence! you say, kicking it over.

Wait, the Buddha says operate with a spirit of generosity. Okay, so the fence did not just appear there--you built it, and you electrized it. It will always be there, but good fences make for good neighbors, yes?

When you get near the fence, your stomach hurts. A physical ache. Feel it and heal it.

And the Buddha, whom you assume is laughing at you (indeed, you feel foolish and humiliated, inflicting your pain on others), the Buddha is just smiling.

You are in the field of zen. The fence is in the field of zen. Rather than kicking (you're likely to get shocked), find a way around.