A student raised her hand the other day. She was one of many in a group who were talking to me about how their parents work. I was teaching something about business, telling them about how their labor and their time is taken for this paper that we exchange, these numbers on computer screens, that allows us to use temporarily what we need in order to live, sometimes flourishing but most times surrendering the only things we truly own and want. I was another question, really. I wanted to know something about how time was spent, but they started talking about how their parents work constantly. One student wanted to state that her mother never sleeps. She simply proceeds from one job to another.
These persons never cease acting for another, that other continually feeding.