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    Once, rural life was its own measure: it was an ancient way of living upon the land between the town and the wood. In the modern reduction of traditional life forms to fragments or single aspects of the earlier richness and fullness, rural life is collapsed into husbandry or farming thus distorting and decontextualizing even these activities to the point that their original significance is lost. Of course, husbandry and farming are critical, essential, features of rural life, but these basic occupations occur as part of a larger web of activities and occupations that are elaborately evolved and integrated into a pattern of living that is more than farming or husbandry.

    Any adequate understanding, verstehen, of rural life must avoid the fragmenting and reductionistic tendencies of Cartesian epistemology in social analysis. Rural life is not an aggregate of either a few or many discrete functions; it is not a specifiable and fully explicable set of exteriorized relations; it cannot be fully rendered by the detailings of demographics and economics, by the focal enumeration of formalized obligations. Rural life is a dynamic entirety, a whole, elusive to reduction to parts, rather like an ancient and continuing dance than a building for which there is a detailed blueprint.

    Rural life, then, must be understood in part intuitively and sympathetically, not analytically and descriptively. In the talk of farmers, sometimes in the sermons of preachers, in the gossip of young people on the porch at the store, what is not said may be the whole point of discourse: a conversation may wander through a dozen threads of gossip and never quite state but only imply at every point what was already known to be the case. That is the sense of the expression "to talk about it;" talking "about" something is not the same as saying or naming. This indirection and polite obliquity makes the meaning of many forms of rural life systematically elusive to the objective chronicler. The wise chronicler learns this: of the really important things, you can know only if you don't ask and if you do ask you will never know. The one who would know must understand, and the one who would understand knows that there is much that cannot be known or said.

    Rural life may be the mode of existence in the modern world that represents the most anti-Cartesian enclave remaining against the ravages of the searchlights of modern reason and objectivity: rural life is inherently traditional and covenantal and ambiguous. It is not susceptible to reduction to a single or mono-interpretation. The hermeneutic of mono-interpretations is the typical social science expression of Cartesian reductionism. Such mono-interpretations of rural life transform farming and husbandry into agri-business: essentially economic and occupational explanations of life forms; such interpretations do not recognize the multi-layered richness, spatial array and diversity, and temporally extended covenantal community on and of the land in terms of the life of which any activity or occupation acquired its meaning and sense.

    Rural life is preeminently lived: not discussed, not thought about, not outlined or drawn, not listed or accounted for: nor even written. It is spoken and done and danced and handled and sung and built, but these forms are significant only in the doing and the recalling of the doing of them: they have no life of their own beyond the living. For this reason rural life is fragile, evanescent, vanishing: it the moment it is grasped it disappears. Today as it is being grasped and handled and interpreted, it is most susceptible of disappearing. At best, we can peek around the corner of the barn, step through the gate by the shed, smell the distant sweetness of hogs in the wind, but we cannot hold or turn it around and look at it or say what we know before thought ever rises to speech.

    The land and its people are there.