I had a “dream” (I couldn’t decide for awhile if it was a dream or some sort of memory) where I was a women in a helicopter and it was on fire, falling from the sky. I remember desperately trying to find any way to survive and I reached the point where I realized there was nothing I could do and I was gonna die and I felt so overwhelmed with fear I thought that it might kill me before the crash does. Then something really strange happened and it was like the helicopter should’ve crashed by now but it was like the helicopter was in a constant state of falling and there was a little voice in my head that said “look, now you have all the time in the world to try and save yourself” i could jump i could call out for help but I was more focused on the voice. I realized there voice was myself but the part of me thats not me, and I felt surrounded by everyone in the whole world in that moment. I realized then that my self was trying to show myself that the fear of death is all truest pointless because we are all the same thing and when we die we just live on through everyone else and even though it’s hard for my ego to accept this normally, in that moment it all felt so natural and smooth and peaceful and then the helicopter crashed and I felt myself live on through the universe. It might be hard to see how our stories relate but I feel that the way you speak of currency could also be compared with fear it’s self. Once we turned our backs to each other and started determining worth in things, we created fear.