It isn't just about the paper or it's electronic form, it is about the value (either perceived or real), that we have all 'agreed' to ascribe to money.
It is painful, hurtful even, how central money is to our continued existence. How something so papery, so ordinary, can drive a person to death while others move on as though nothing extraordinary has happened. What unsettles me the most is the power we have granted it. How did we arrive at a point where pieces of paper carry such influence over life itself? Why does the absence of it push people to hopelessness? Why does it possess the power to determine who eats, who suffers and, as in this case, who ends it all? That something so ordinary can wield such authority over human existence will forever have me confused.