I have a relative who started a mine as a hobby. There were talks of my working there for a summer in exchange for a take of the profits. It didn't happen, but I liked the idea of it. It's interesting to think about why that is. The abstract idea of a mine is, for me, twofold: it is a place of blackened lungs, poisonous gases, hard labor, and shortened life-spans, while simultaneously being a place of fantastic caverns, glittering jewels and singing dwarfs. I believe the more realistic version is obvious (correct me if I'm wrong, ye Real Miners of the world). Though, were I to find myself in the former situation, fantasizing the latter might help me push through each day..
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