Time is a gas: it expands, contracts, freezes, explodes, leaks away, goes anywhere under pressure. Its tank is the imagination, its pipelines the necessities and wishes of one life, its pressure gauge the stomach, its fail-safe the bladder. It is NOT a constant, it is volatile.
Money, by contrast, is an oil: it coats, protects, lubricates, cools, can be burned but makes an awful mess when it is, and makes things slimy when spilled carelessly. Every attempt to replace it, filthy, dangerous, destructive thing that it is, has failed.