Her finely touched spirit had still its fine issues, though they were not widely visible. Her full nature, like that river of which Cyrus broke the strength, spent itself in channels which had no great name on the earth. But the effect of her being on those around her was incalculably diffusive, for the growing good of the world is partly dependent on un-historic acts, and that things are not so ill with you and me as they might have been is half owing to the number who lived faithfully a hidden life and rest in unvisited tombs.
–From Middlemarch by George Eliot
These final lines are saddening, for the fate of most of us is not anything grand or gilded.
Yet, I’m sure each of us can remember a handful of people who might not have “amounted to anything,” but
who played an important role in our lives. In fact, there are so many interconnections among human beings
on this earth that it is dizzying to contemplate. The lone hero is a myth. Instead, we have a shimmering network.