About 18-20 years ago I had a dream that I will always remember.
I won’t go into details, I don’t remember much of the previous moments either but basically I was shot in the head and fell to the ground, I no longer felt any pain.
It was the day I died in a dream, I don’t know how “real” death will be obviously but the one in the dream transported me to a state of total calm, without any pain… I don’t know how to explain that feeling.
In reality, inflation is much higher than the yield offered by deposits.
The real problem is that if (corrupt) humans are allowed the ability to print currency at zero cost, the result will always be the destruction of value. You can’t conserve value, it always incites consumption…