Letter from the Money

Dear human friend,

I need advice. By now I know so many things and goods and living beings, but none of the others seem to be as smart as you are. So, please, let me share my concerns with you.

Sometimes, at nights, when the last ones — drunk — sitting by the fire place — their marshmallows burnt black — are telling these stories…, I am not sure, if I want to believe in their words. But read yourself and let me try to remember one of the conversations by the fire, that made me question my meaning in life for some moments.

One time a drunk coin asked: “Do y’all know, who we are? Why man has made us once upon a time? What the purpose of our life really is?”

“Well,” another answered, “I can remember, that we have evolved as the ancestors of the ancient trading tradition, which they called “bartering” in these old days. We, the money, made it easier for humankind. Bartering, through us, became more efficient and faster. At first, we might have been a shell, a metal coin, or something else and then we developed into coins and pieces of paper with a historic images and values written on ourselves. Value, that gave humankind privilege and pride. Humankind loved us, the money, those days.”

“Oh yes.” A very old coin exclaimed as a reply. ”I, can still remember the times, when we, the coins and bills, then very…