Long ago when we were still in touch with reality many people offered sacrifices to placate the gods. They feared the gods would get angry for their having the game taken from their forests.
We are parasites on the planet and we can’t really pay for what we have been given (or just take).
The radical update was to forget placation and have a feast. Don’t feel guilty anymore, take what the one god put here for you, enjoy, go for it. So we did. It was an over-correction, and a break that has hidden the reality of something for nothing.
Go kill a chicken.
It’s like a dog with fleas working hard as they earn the free feast. I guess the dog pays, or the dog’s owner, or the owners employer, or …
Don’t puzzle over the paper money aspects of “who pays” until you can accept being a parasite in your heart.