I am walking through a lightly wooded area, making my way toward a loud, persistent thumping sound. Soon, I reach a clearing and see, still some ways away, two men wearing blue overalls and red caps loading hay into the back of a truck. The sound that I have been hearing is the hay landing in the bed of the truck—it makes a loud yet quickeningly soft reverberation followed by a similar sounding echo, a pause, then another hay bale into the truck followed by its echo, and so on. The two men do not seem to be producing the sound so much as the sound seems to be producing the mechanical actions of the two men. Furthermore, the truck never becomes full though I am watching the whole time and the hay does not move or disappear. They simply load more hay into the truck and it is as full as it was the moment before. This allows them to perform their job endlessly, that which I deem to be the most important job in the world.