even though I’ve read Steinbeck, the idyllic life-lived-on-land is still a carrion clarion call.
Recently sprung up is this harvest moon video snes game. addictive in its repetitive fulfillment, but oh what 2-d purpose it pretends, its progress more available than real life, and requiring less patience. By most accounts, the game should not be very enjoyable, it is not exciting or adventurous or intriguing or action-packed or any of the things that usually make a media experience enjoyable. I think it speaks to our natures; anyone who likes to play this game has a secret longing to do real good work.
A longing to see Spring upon them and grow up the ground with their hands.
Or–if we are too far divorced from labor–a purpose for our minds will suffice; something that produces noticeable difference, improvement.
What is a better feeling than a job well done?
That time I hauled the lumber and lit the sauna just right.
That time I deciphered ages of poems and found a purpose to it all.
Thanks to Harvest Moon for helping me recall these important motives.
