Value investing has had a hard decade, but investors who subscribe to its ideology may want to take a leaf out of Bitcoin’s playbook — “value” isn’t how much something costs, but what it’s worth to you.“When I first left the commune, I was lost. I didn’t know anything else. You have to understand, it’s not like a religion or anything, it’s all I ever knew.”Now some thirty-five years later, Douglas Pizzaro, a 54-year-old landscaper looks back on his years in a commune, which he was rescued from.In the Big Sky country of Montana, you can drive for miles without meeting a single soul.Yet for the thousand-odd people living in the foothills abutting the Rocky Mountains, they could just as well have been living on another planet.For the followers of the Reverend James Turnbull, that small patch of America was their entire life.According to Pizzaro,“You didn’t know any better, I couldn’t even tell you who my parents were. All us kids belonged to the commune and the Reverend was our father.”“Heck, he could have sired me I wouldn’t know any better.”For the self-styled preacher Reverend James Turnbull, the ideological struggles of the early 70s presented an opportunity to lead a small community to “build a better life.”As if following a script that seems to plague so many other cults, the charismatic Turnbull led a motley assortment of misfits from major cities like San Francisco and New York, out into the Big Sky country of Montana, where he promised them the opportunity to build a better society and lives for themselves.In the early days of the commune, the days were long and idyllic and the evenings interspaced with the preaching of Turnbull.But as Turnbull’s control over his community grew, so too did his megalomania.Outsiders were viewed with suspicion and reading literature…