Corner of Bourbon & Division

I routinely see cheques worth $45 million dollars cross my desk, only to be swallowed up in the vast machinery of the bank. The numbers are abstract, theoretical, meaningless. They don't really exist, except that the people around here insist that they do. It's only because peope believe in the money that it exists. If people stopped believing what they read on their computer screens, all that money would go up in smoke. Leprechaun gold, gone with the morning dew.