Can Money Buy Philosophy

I hate being deep, being philosophical and contemplative. I much prefer to be analytical, judgemental, and cynical. However, I am feeling much more the former than the latter. I am pondering the concept of money. I feel philosophical—money has the power to break up marriages, cause deep depressions, even the power to create a stomach ulcer. Yet it is only a few grams of metal, or even worse, a stingy piece of paper, which has probably been through the wash a few times by now. While I contemplate, ruminate with these thoughts, I come to a deep realization, the cynic within me cannot even hide for a moment, while I pretend to be philosophical.