My world is plagued by that elusive pretty green and all the hounds that declare my owing it to them.
Not from my choice mind you, we're all victims to our monetary society, there is no choice in the matter, lest we want to live secluded from the world at large. It's interesting what Mark Boyle went through (Article at the Guardian)it's strange to think of the evolution of consciousness and how it has brought us to this system of payment which causes more stress and destruction than anything else.
Money is pegged as the "route of all evil" and it's not hard to see why.
It's a strange thing, we exist in pursuit of it only so that we can exist with some kind of comfort or normality, a normality created in this never-ending, dizzying circulation of currency which, in our society which is almost completely dependant on it has no beginning and no end. "Money makes the world go round." Fuuck that.

Money is meaningless.

How I wish this were true.

P.S. I am not a hippy.