Death does not care about your bank account or the number of rooms in your mansion.

I'll produce a guide based on the poem "CUM POI S-I FACI PALATE FRATE" by Mirela Ursulescu (from Cioburi de suflet , Vol. 5). This poem is a moral reflection on vanity, the transience of life, and the emptiness of material wealth compared to the soul's destiny.

If your life is built on greed or the suffering of others, the "palace" is spiritually hollow.

🏛️ The Guide to Building "Palaces" (According to the Poem)

The poem emphasizes that we arrive with nothing and leave with nothing.