Rand, in Atlas Shrugged, put out money as a thing worth some degree of . . . reverence? . . . not sure if that's the right word, because she was setting it in opposition to the mystics of her day: the mystics of spirit, the preachers who asked their flock to suffer in the here-and-now in exchange for bogus promises of a hereafter, and the mystics of muscle, the statists who asked their citizens to suffer in the here-and-now in exchange for bogus promises of an earthly workers' paradise somewhere in the unspecified future.