On one side we have a world so seductive with all the charm. We pursue the world and accumulate treasures, piling up the things we love to be collectible. And so on, polishing, wiping it and occasionally bathing it with the aim that the object is not damaged and down the sale value.
Do not feel great if no one has praised us yet, and so humans with all their egos and arrogance. Never be satisfied with what is owned, whereas others do not necessarily have what we have. Always preoccupied with the things we once left off, but forgot to adorn such a fragile soul. Always busy polishing the world, but forget the eternity of the afterlife.