I remember when I first understood the social contract of work-for-money. I was seven, sitting on the school bus, headed to first grade at a small Wisconsin elementary school. The concept had crystalized: You go to school for a long time, so you can get a job, and when you get a job, you work most every day, all day, for a long time, and when you’re really old, you get to stop working and enjoy your golden years, like my grandparents. Boom! My mind recoiled at the vast work-time on the horizon of my future. Tears streamed down my face.