Crime Against Humanity: Fractional Reserve, Namely Legalized Counterfeiting, 13

“Where is my money?” I’m afraid it is where everything that does not exist is: nowhere. Because scriptural money is so utterly counterfeit that it doesn’t even exist in the first place. Oh, well, yes, in actual fact a part of it does “exist” – provided we keep on considering it real money, instead of questioning and inspecting it, too –: it is that initial “existing” fraction which started the whole merry−go−round of fractional reserve. If you ever cared to calculate the shares of it that each one of you would get, as a division of the extant as a partial compensation of the “disappearance” of the due that never existed in the first place, just complete the previous exemplification of the fractional reserve. The one when your head was spinning. You look up the definition of “bankrupt”, and it reads something along the lines of “insolvent, in the sense of unable to meet its obligations”. Since you and your friends hold in your hands a pile of bank statements in which the bank states, “I owe you this money”, since the bank is in possession of only a small fraction of that money, and since it is never going to get hold of that money for the very good reason that it does not exist in the first place, this state of things most definitely fits the definition of “bankrupt”: “insolvent, unable to meet its obligations”.
But you haven’t yet finished to take this in that suddenly you feel caught off guard from a further angle, too. You always took for granted that the spirit of the law as intended by the legislator was that being bankrupt is the exception, not the rule; a final state of affairs, not the ordinary operating condition. Blissful ignorance, and blissful innocence… This bankrupt per definition state of affairs is on the contrary the very normal and permanent operating condition of the bank.
“How is that possible?” Subjecting yourself to a police interrogation, you ask yourself, “When was the last time that you saw your money?” “Well, when I deposited them into the bank, the first deposit which started the merry−go−round.” “And what did you handle from then on, as a matter of fact?” “Oh, well, wire transfers and checks, online payments and bank statements.” “Any cash?” “No.” “So how was that possible? Come on, it’s just right in front of you…”