I work in an office. There are a dozen people on my team. We sit in close proximity to one another, like 25-foot-diameter-close. All day, we...we talk. We laugh a lot. We cry sometimes. We eat constantly. We drink too much. We hold in farts. We fight. We talk sh*t. We confuse each other. We hate each other. We love each other.
And we're all working towards the same goal, for better or worse. We fight, claw and scrape for every last bit of progress every day. Some days are better than others. (Hey, it's the Internet—no one knows how it's going to act.) We are, you might say, on an undefined, treacherous expedition into uncharted territory with no promise of making it to the other side alive.
DOES THIS SOUNDS FAMILIAR YET?
Indeed, the social lessons learned in TOT apply to our modern society perhaps better than any other formal activities we ever engaged in as youngsters. When driving that damn four-wheeled beast of a wagon across the Midwest, if your daughter became sick, did you just leave her for dead and wait for the crows to pick her bones? No, no you didn't. You dropped everything—even buffalo meat—stopped the caravan, and you nursed her back to health. You gave her rest, food, and shelter from the stormy weather. You have the Mississippi River up ahead; every one needs to be at full strength.