A letter from a concerned mother says it all.
Those damned computer markets with their high frequency trading and their robot algorithms. In all seriousness, however, Magic is both a game and a commodity. If only 1994 Mom knew what was to come in the commodities market, she might stop Riding the Dilu Horse of self-righteousness, pony up the allowance money to her kids, and let them buy some $15 Legends packs. If the little brats had the discipline to keep them sealed ( or at least do that thing where you push the cards up with your thumb to find all the Moats and Mana Drains in old cellophane packs ), maybe they'd be rich enough to afford a decent retirement home for their dear old mother.
For reference, our friends at Star City Games would love to sell you a sealed box of Legends for $5000. You know, if they could find one. That's right, the most powerful men in Magic's secondary (computer?) market can't even sell you one.
Ironically, if I had saved my $5 allowance each week for 20 years, I'd have just about enough to buy one of these non-existent booster boxes. The hard part would be convincing my mom to give a 30 year old an allowance. Whatever. I'm asking Dad.