What good is it to sit on a mountain of gold in a room full of trophies if we’re in that room alone? No matter how much money I have, I would be destitute without my wife and daughters.
Getty’s quote reminds me of Kathy’s Song by Simon and Garfunkel, especially the last line. If you’ve never heard it, a link to a video is at the bottom. It’s arguably Paul Simon’s greatest love song.
I hear the drizzle of the rain
Like a memory it falls
Soft and warm, continuing,
Tapping on my roof and walls.
And from the shelter of my mind
Through the window of my eyes
I gaze beyond the rain-drenched streets
To England where my heart lies.
My mind’s distracted and diffused
My thoughts are many miles away
They lie with you when you’re asleep
And kiss you when you start your day.
And a song I was writing is left undone
I don’t know why I spend my time
Writing songs I can’t believe
With words that tear and strain to rhyme.
And so you see I have come to doubt
All that I once held as true
I stand alone without beliefs
The only truth I know is you.
And as I watch the drops of rain
Weave their weary paths and die
I know that I am like the rain
There but for the grace of you go I.