"The day of the Big Bang is not far off. Money, in its extreme essence, is the future, a representation of the future, a bet on the future, an inexhaustible relaunch of the future, a simulation of the future for use in the present. If the future is not eternal but has its own finitude, we, at the speed we are going thanks to money, are shortening it vertiginously. We are racing headlong towards our death as a species. If the future is infinite and unlimited, we have mortgaged it to temporal regions so far away as to render it virtually non-existent. The impression, in fact, is that no matter how fast we go, or rather precisely because of this, this orgiastic future constantly recedes before us. Or perhaps, in a circular motion, Nician, Einsteinian, typical of money, it is coming up behind us, laden with the immense debt we have burdened it with. If, as we believe, the future is a non-existent time, a figment of our imagination, as is money, then we have staked our existence on something that does not exist, on nothing, on Nothingness. In any case, this future, whether real or imaginary, expanded to monstrous and dreamlike dimensions by our imagination and our madness, will one day fall upon us as a dramatic present. On that day, money will no longer exist. Because we will no longer have a future, not even one to imagine. We will have devoured it."