"The perfect palace"

Thousands of years ago, there was a King that lived in a big palace. His people loved him since he looked after their needs well. At the end of every month, he would invite some noblemen of hid kingdom to analyze his work and advised him.
The king built many things. Every year he would rebuilt his palace and everytime it looked better than before.
One day  the King thought "This year I will built the perfect palace, with all the comfort. It should be praised not only my kingdom, but also by the people of the neighbouring states".
The next day, the king worked out a perfect design for his perfect palace and in about a month, the perfect palace of the King's dream was ready. The King invited noblemen of his kingdom to get their opinions about the palace.
"Unbelievable! It's a perfect palace" cheered the noblemen.
But a saint standing in the corner was silent.
The king wondered why the saint was silent,  when everyone was praising his palace. He walked up to the saint and said "Please tell me why you are silent. It not my perfect palace?"
The saint replied in a calm voice "Dear King! Your palace is strong and will last forever. It's beautiful but not perfect, since the people living in it are mortals. They are not permanent. Your palace will live forever but not the people in it. that is why I am silent. Man is born with empty hands and so he die".
The King thanked the saint for his wise words and never tried to built a perfect palace again..