The pleasant crushing sound, the raw power of the miniature battering ram, the rhythmic repetitiveness of placing the cans and seeing them fall into the bin. Watching this Pitman drive can crusher in action may well be the path to enlightenment.
We could watch this thing until we slip into a recycling trance and emerge into a nirvana where little discs of aluminium occupy so much less trash space than they would otherwise.
We also want to see all the shiny discs lined up like shiny red metal Oreos in a tin-biscuit tray. And then we want to be able to have one and crush it because we'd have teeth like Jaws from the Seventies Bond movies. And it would taste like cherries.