The Sacred Hole

ickplant@lemmy.world to Lemmy Shitpost@lemmy.world – 1031 points –
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I was fortunate to be involved in such an endeavour when I was a kid. Complete strangers, very little talking, we knew our job, we got in there and got the job done.

How'd you guys know it was done?

You all stop, look at the hole, and collectively have that feeling of it being done. There's no need for words. You came together, you dug a hole, now to go back to your separate vacations/lives and think back wistfully on the better days in the hole.

It's just done when it's done, or when mom calls for you to go home.

Our forefathers had the great wars.

We have sandholes.