Holding a currency is like holding the one ring. It still belongs to, and exerts the power of its master over you.
Hold the master’s money, the master exacts a price. For the money is a piece of the master.
As children money seemed like a magic resource because our parents paid the bills. As adults, money is always given us in the understanding most of it will be immediately returned in the form of rent and taxes. A worker that lives from paycheck to paycheck lives as a slave in the sense their labor is effectively unpaid. Only surplus is income. Someone who earns less than they need to live is effectively lesser off than even a slave provided the basics.
The master protects the monopoly of its money jealously. It’s no mistake that the same body that protects the lives of the leaders also protects the monopoly of its currency.
It is hard to challenge the master for power over its own ring. It is just as hard to make one’s own ring of power.
To worship the money is to worship the master.
How convenient to shear the flock when everyone grows the same standardized wool. Imagine the master having to send collectors to seize actual physical assets! Would most people anymore even have physical tribute worth seizing? It’s a lot easier when they can just sit back and watch electronic units of wealth rush to their waiting hands. It was never easier to be king.
We are like a whole world full of Gollums obsessed with the power of the One Ring even as its master dominates and consumes us.