SELLING FINGERS

"I remember staring at the computer screen--light green letters on dark--then at the clock, and finally at my outstretched fingers held a foot in front of my face. And then it dawned on me: selling the hours of my life was no different from selling my fingers one by one. We've only so many hours, so many fingers; when they're gone, they're gone for good. I quit work two weeks later--having sold another eighty of my hours--and knew I could never again work a regular job." ~ Derrick Jensen