No money is an abstraction of exchange value, that is value in relation to capitalist exchange of commodities. This is distinct from actual use value, let alone ethical notions of 'value' and 'meaning'.

"Well, when put in that manner, your Majest-"

"AND IN WHAT MANNER WOULD THAT BE?"

"A very factual manner, admittedl-"

"I WILL NOT LISTEN TO THIS, THIS NATTERING, ANY. FUCKING. LONGER."

"A very natt-ural fucking then, ascribedl-"

"ARE YOU QUITE DONE?"

"No, I'm borderline tired, getting to be done, your majesty. Getting there. So very tired. How are you do-"

"AS I HAVE GODDAMNEDLY STATED: You want me to send a GODDAMN TEENAGER TO FIGHT WHEN WE HAVE TRAINED SOLDIERS"

"Well it isn't about my wants is it, it's about the prophe-"

"DON'T SAY IT"

"It's about the proph-"

"DON'T"

"It's what the pro-"

"SAY"

"phe-"

"IT"

"Cy says. I mean, when has it failed us before, your Maj-"

"IT's not a matter of the prophecy. It's about.. Oh what was it!? Something about we have trained soldiers and teenagers are in the mix? Fuck it. Do what you like, Count Crumpet. I'll be ordering room service and then eating some. Crumpets, that is."

"So, we good with sending an untrained, unskilled, undifferentiated, unknown, undocumented, unaccountable-for, unconscious, uncut, unelectable, unrestrainable teenager to the frontlines over trained soldiers who might actually be able to do the job?"

"Are you still here?"

50 Years Later

"Here marks the graves of a thousand thousands enemy soldiers who perished on that fateful morn of that bloody.. some day... Here is one of the few places in this world and in these times where we honor our enemy's sacrifice to the unsatiated, unstoppable machine that is the teenager".

Light gasps and nervous titters sweep through the small raggedy crowd.

"Yes, that's right, this is that one, that one that was, that one foretold that the final battle shall be won not by the King's honorable soldiers, the Crown Carvers, but why, by a teenage unknown.."

120 Years Later

"As you can see, dear followers, this was clearly the site of a burial... place.. Dating back literally millennia. Some date this grave site as being upwards of one-thousand two hundred years old. A lot of people died to make this site, literally!"

"Excuse me, are you authorized to be here?"

"One sec gang, got a live one!" .. "Sorry bro, I'm just wrapping up."

"Well you can't do that here, not if you don't have a press pass."

"Okay dude-o, how can I get a press pass?"

"Well, the prophet presses a pass for life's dreamers."