Money is made of paper. Smartly inked with dyes of blended blues, greens, and reds and in some places of the world touches of potato yellow. Labeled in denominations and dated by respective years months days and official signatures. Government chattel retrospectively enshrined with portraits of heroes, kings, presidents, patriots and on occasion even a queen! For those who have little, it is worth dying for, yet among those who have too much, it is frequently a cause celbre’, to be given away. Frequently reason enough for starting a war but more often than not when it runs out a good motivation to end one. A man down on luck will fight for, over, because and despite of it. A woman down on luck will sell her soul, body and respect for it. Money can build everlasting relationships of both good and evil, yet has destroyed friendships, family and the ties no man should ever put asunder! Some know it as the great magician endowing one with the ability to purchase, escape, discover and educate while others see Houdini and use it to cloak, avoid, hide and disappear. It is root and a branch of happiness, sadness and desire while at the same time able to cause pain and give relief. Money is sought after, looked for, searched out and taken away. It can be lost, stolen, hidden, missing and forgotten by people whom no one would ever suspect had any of it at all. It is given away in times of bounty, hoarded in times of woe and handed out to those who remain as a last cheerio of will and testimony. Money is made of paper. Smartly inked with dyes of blended blues, greens, and reds and in some places of the world touches of potato yellow.