Money

A rectangular piece of paper/plastic or a scrap of metal that you can trade for pretty much anything; Food, shelter, water. warmth, happiness, laughter, wires, boxes, ropes, chains, knives, paper, plastic, metal, and even an animal. In fact, money is more than a rectangular piece of paper/plastic or a scrap of metal. It is essential to human life. It is hated. It is loved. But, most importantly, it is a way for all humans to connect. That circular piece of metal, hidden away, discarded in your pocket has touched so many other grubby human fingers. Fingers which have touched so many grubby human things. Things which have been touched by other grubby human fingers. So, in a way, that penny, cent, doubloon is something that all humans can share, even dead ones.

Money, money, money. Must be funny...

Silence

When all noises stop. When all you hear is nothing. Nothing. Silence means no noise. No sound. Not even breathing. Not even noises that humans are unable to hear.

People will say that they enjoy 'silence', but they really mean 'quiet'. Quiet is calming, tranquil. SILENCE is TORTURE. Silence is death. Silence is nothing. Silence is... the end.
We will never achieve silence. Unless existence... all of existence... everything that exists... perishes. When everything ends, we will truly achieve silence.

Me: Wouldn't it be cool if there was a giant remote that controlled all of the happenings of the world so that someone could just press the mute button and silence the world so that nothing could be heard by any of the creature of the world, not even with hearing aids and even some friendly giant with big ears wouldn't be able to hear anything?

The Creature:...Yes?