There was this person sitting in his shop, where there were boxes everywhere but nothing was in them. He looked sad and gloomy. I said, “How are you?” He replied, “I am sad because it’s been five hundred years and not a single customer has come in yet.” After inquiring it was revealed that this person was a capitalist when he was in the earth, profiteering and fraud were his routine.

In the next shop, there was another person, an old one. His hair was dry and uncombed. His face showed signs of fear and anxiety. In front of him were papers and account books. The shop was big and clean. This person was busy calculating something in the book and would say the numbers aloud. He would keep saying the numbers and calculating over and over and every time the final figure would turn out to be wrong. Every time he realized the total was wrong he would start screaming, crying, cursing himself, and then go back to calculating. I asked him, “what are doing and how long have you been doing this?”

He looked at me for a few seconds and said, “I could not tell you my condition. I have been trying to calculate correctly for the past three thousand years but have not been able to do so because in my life I was the accountant and used to cook other people’s books.”