Most people think of Joe Hills as the god of literature, giving inspiration to those who need it. At surface level, it makes sense. He's often heard reciting poetry and prose to anyone willing to put up with him as she works. But Joe's not to kind of person to take things at face value, and neither should they be. So some look further, calling him the god of inspiration or artistry. "More broad", They say, "she covers not just the written word but all forms of expression". They look at not just what he says, but how, and why, and for whom. They look at their art in all forms: architecture, photography, fashion. Some feel this is still not right, and so They call her the god of the medium, whether that be in an artistic sense or in a more traditional meaning. After all, he is a ghost and a historian, a muse of art forms esoteric. They point to the Juppet as an example of this, of the fine line between the puppet and puppeteer, of possessing yourself.
They are all wrong. And yet right.
Joe Hills is the inspiration that strikes after a long night of discarded drafts. He is the person closing up shop hours after the last customer has left, having finally finished taking inventory. She is the painting finally hung up after the humidity prevented the adhesive from sticking the first dozen times. They are the calluses on the violinist's fingers after practicing the same song a hundred times to finally hit that one stubborn note.
Joe Hills from Nashville, Tennessee, is the god of perseverance.
He doesn't show it in large, grandiose displays of power. That's too cliché. She prefers a more personal approach. They're always there when the server says goodnight for the last time, making final touches to projects or jumping on pumpkins. He takes time to get the smallest details right, the ones no one but him would notice, even if this means they're moving the walls a block for the third time this week. She trades when she has no diamonds to give because sometimes capitalism forgets to pay you but you still need to eat. They're the one doing the large, menial tasks that need to get done, but worth all the time at the end.
Even before Hermitcraft, Joe Hills persevered. Often found caught in the games of the trickster god Vechs, he persevered, walking hard, standing tall, keeping her head up through it all. Deathloops, hidden traps, impossible challenges, he persevered. No matter how super hostile the landscape, Joe remained. She found themself in other death games, facing unknown faces, although one face would become familiar, another who chose to persevere. He became the face of those who never stop, a checklist that never ends, those who never rest and continue their work even in undeath.
Joe Hills from Nashville, Tennessee, is the god of perseverance.
After all, listen to the first song written in his name.
"Who's the guy who can conquer death? That's Joe Hills."
