Working with Meaning (Part 1)

There's a great scene in Stanley Kubrick's film 2001: A Space Odyssey where HAL says “I am putting myself to the fullest possible use, which is all I think that any conscious entity can ever hope to do.”  The fact that HAL is a computer is disconcerting enough but even more unsettling is how it nudges the viewer, who is in fact a conscious entity, to ponder am I putting myself to the fullest possible use? 

Occasionally, I'll hear the phrase What's the meaning of life? spoken in a casual conversation. I say "phrase" and not question because it's usually said more as a punchline than an honest inquiry.

The meaning of life is at the core of HAL’s quote.  He (it) has found it: I am putting myself to the fullest possible use. Of course, the word "use" here does seem subjective. If HAL were a philosophy professor, I doubt he would tell his students that his reference point for usefulness was, in an a priori sense, THE reference point. HAL seems content because he has found his own fullest possible use.

When I think of meaning, my first thought goes to the idea of work, and not even in the uppercase sense of Work as in one’s Calling or Lifework. Most think that meaning is only found in doing something profound or important, but I've always found the pleasure bestowed from hard work much more egalitarian, no respecter of persons if you will. This notion is captured perfectly in the essay "Good Workers" by John T. Price:
To work, my grandfather said, was to work. To play was to play. And he meant to work- digging ditches, shoveling shit for pennies until the flesh on your hands peeled back in red strips. When I was just a teen he told me about those bloody hands with a serious, unfeeling pride that seemed awesome to me, a boy in school, the son of a lawyer. 
The belief that a man who works hard can erase all of his sins runs deep into the folds of my family, and, I suspect, into the midwestern landscape in which we were all raised.   
Here, Price explains how not only work provides meaning but can even be redemptive- covering a multitude of sinsIn a previous blog post, Critically Speaking, I wrote about my own grandfather and his work:
[A]s a boy during my Christmas vacations from school, I would often stay a few days with my grandparents. My grandfather was a farmer and during particularly cold winters in the Oklahoma panhandle, he would have to get up at 4 a.m. and drive out to his land where he kept his cattle and break up the ice in their drinking troughs. I remember occasions when I would be in bed, barely awake, hearing the wind howling outside and my grandfather shuffling about in the other room, putting on his Dickies coveralls and his muddy boots, slipping out the backdoor, and driving away in his noisy Ford pickup.  
Is hard work, in fact, redemptive? If it is, what makes it so? Why does some hard work provide joy and meaning, while other work begets frustration or dread? 

Over the next several weeks, I will be exploring these and similar questions through a series of essays. Once completed, I will take the essays and shape them into a documentary. My goal is to determine (discover?) how exactly one goes about putting himself or herself "to the fullest possible use," and if it in fact "is all that a conscious entity can hope to do."