"To walk in money through the night crowd, protected by money, lulled by money, dulled by money, the crowd itself a money, the breath money, no least single object anywhere that is not money, money, money everywhere and still not enough, and then no money or a little money or less money or more money, but money, always money, and if you have money or you don’t have money it is the money that counts and money makes money, but what makes money make money?"
Henry Miller - Tropic of Capricorn
Miller sent a copy of ToC to Ezra Pound and received two postcards in return, one of which read: “… though you realize the force of money AS destiny, the one question you haven’t asked yourself is: What IS money? who makes it, how does it get that way?”
"I desired my dust to be mingled with yours
Forever and forever and forever."