Yes. Thus, a miserable existence farming your life away acquired enormous significance when one realised daily things were part of some sort of cosmic godlike drama. Imagine you plant the seeds ON the day of the big equinoctial celebrations when in the stories of your ancestors the gods of the old year / winter become the gods of the new year / summer, and EVEN the sun and the moon are said to be acting accordingly and constellations come and go following certain myths. Suddenly things 'make sense'. I suppose it's a bit like the feeling you get when you are in a big gathering and you feel elated, that you are part of a whole. Manipulation? Nah, possibly just a deliberate collective drunken break in the dreadful drag of a dreary calendar.
The stars, sun and moon were the jugglers and actors that performed the same drama every year in that sense.
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