Take the things we value the most. Divide it as many times as we can, until we can imagine it down to a few change in our pockets.
Though, the things we value cannot be monetized or objectified, it gives us a sense of tangibility. Maybe it is because we are afraid to let go of what makes us whole. Or maybe, it is all part of the conundrum of our false sense of hope, that keeps us imagining what we believe to keep us afloat.