You make a lot of good points. I mostly quite agree with your analysis.

"...money out of thin air."

That's the thing. Commercial banks literally conjure fiat out of thin air, through fractional reserve lending. It's heinous, fraudulent, absolutely criminal. Back in the 1980s I almost chartered a commercial bank on the island of Nauru. My part in it would only have been $40k, which was doable at the time. However, my distaste for the endeavor overrode my desire for more money, so I did not do it. Today I reckon, despite my financial situation, I made the right decision because I really hate banksters and that whole realm. I actually struggle to avoid receiving money in exchange for my services, because being paid in money incurs tax liabilities I do not want. I hate taxes more than I hate banks, and that's saying a lot.

However, I have literally shaken my fist at the sky and demanded He get His shit together. Silly, I know, but I was exasperated at circumstances that kept being sabotaged out of left field no matter how many fires I put out. So, I can at least understand that level of frustration with the Creator.

And, you're right. Getting old sucks, and life doesn't end well. I'm confident I'm doomed, although I'm pretty sure shaking my fist at the sky didn't bring that on. Death stalks me like a panther does bunnies. Sooner or later, as my strength increasingly fails me, as my hide become fragile and thin, as my lungs wheeze and my joints ache and tremble, it'll jump me out of nowhere, and I won't be able to stave it off. I am going to die, and dying sucks. Maybe being dead is cool, and you go to the light at the end of the tunnel and are immersed in love and joy, but the act of dying - that sucks.

Thanks!