Who isn’t fascinated by the lives of the rich and famous? Howard Hughes, perhaps the most eccentric of wealthy men, fled to Freeport, the Bahamas, in self-exile. It’s a long story, but I ended up talking a housekeeper to let me walk through his compound shortly after his death. I don’t know what I expected, but what I saw was a shock! It was sparse. Threadbare, olive green plaid cushions on cut-rate wooden couch frames. Bathroom fixtures like a cheap motel. His wealth was unmatched. Yet this final hideaway, where he sequestered himself from reality, was a stark reminder that money is a mortal god.
Until every church disciples every man...
(adapted from The Man in the Mirror: 25th Anniversary Edition)