This is the second part of my text "ON MONEY", please, would you proofread it.

As the time passed, the aspirations of the rich man soared. He was no longer satisfied with his home and started to build a palace which was going to reflect his wealth and his success. He had engaged the most skillful builders who used the best materials to erect the building which would defy the flow of time and keep the memory of his prosperity for the future generations.

When the palace was finally finished, it left nobody impervious. The whiteness of its walls, the gracefulness of its colonnades and the beauty of the marble statues at the entrance, made people think of their own miserable existence and their everyday struggle for survival. Some of them admired the rich man while others cursed him and blamed him for their misery, but even they wanted more than anything to become friends with him and take part in his regular feasts.

Although the rich man was wealthy, he was still a human being and thus he needed other people and their presence to acknowledge his affluence and success, for if he were alone on earth, his wealth would lose all significance and his gold and money would be worthless comparing with a great universe. But, now his fellow human beings came in dozens to eat and drink, and they used the golden cutlery and crystal glasses and praised the great palace and its great owner.

The rich man and his wealth became the most important part of society. His money dictated what painters would paint, writers write, musicians play and sculptors form. If they pleased him, he gave them money, invited them in his home and shared with them his happiness and success. Thus, they learnt quickly how to behave if they wanted to have their stomachs full, hundreds of years before Russian physiologist Pavlov formulated his theory about conditioned reflexes.
Living in such abundance must have transformed the rich man and probably made him believe that his life would last for ever or at least for hundreds of years. But one day he became sick and weak, and he lay down in his bed and fear started spreading inside him. For the first time he felt that despite all his wealth, he was powerless against the time.

He called the most experienced doctors they could find. They came immediately, even from the distance places, not because they were bound by the Hippocratic oath, but because they wanted the rich man’s money. They tried anything and everything to save him, to keep him making his money, to prolong his struggle with the Grim Ripper, but the rich man did not stand a chance as all other rich and poor man before him. He simply had to make place for the coming man and women, impatient to accumulate wealth and flaunt their happiness.
Let us now see what happened to the rich man in the 21th century. He is still here, richer than ever before, ambitions, determined, egocentric and even cruel. Instead of horses and oxen, he now drives exclusive cars and planes and when he is bored with his earthly existence, he travels to space.

During the past centuries, he has learnt how to manipulate, tell half-truths or elaborate lies. He is not satisfied with one home or one palace; he wants a home or a palace in every continent, preferably in the most expensive cities where he can feel at home. He does not visit ordinary tourist destinations as other people do, but travels far away, somewhere where nobody has been before. He hates everything ordinary, average, everything which has with masses to do, because his wealth has put him on the pedestal higher than Mount Everest. He has made himself indispensable and has convinced people that without him the earth and humankind would come to an end. As he owns the media, he repeats his message continuously for babies, children and adults. He does not know anything about Hinduism, but he has introduced his own mantra. It is called “bonus”, which he repeats a few times a day, just to keep his spirit in good condition.