I'm nobody, who are you?

     
     George Eliot, the writer, seemed an enigma. A woman with a man's name who wrote one of the most important victorian era novels, Middlemarch. It is a novel about the quotidian in Middlemarch, a small town where actions seem inconsequential, where a group of seemingy paltry people all seem to have made the wrong choice, and where George Eliot elevates all these minor dramas into something intimate and important.

The beautiful conclusion to Middlemarch by Eliot: 
      “The growing good of the world is partly dependent on unhistoric 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." 
     
     This should be food for thought for all those ambitious that seek reknown. An old friend used to play this simple game with people. "Put these four things in order of importance", he would ask:
1  Fame
2. Health
3. Wealth
4. Love

      I was always surprised how people's faces waxed religious as if they were considering a angel hovering in the air above them. Then they would answer reverently. Health and love almost always seemed to be the top choices. It was as if all were programmed to be blind to the other two, as if just placing either of the other two first would place a jinx on their lives. Aside from Gordon Gecko and my brother who would say without a flinch,,, "wealth", the rest would never admit that human motivation is derived from something deeply selfish. Just point a TV camera at a crowd and see what happens. Fame rules. Consider the book, "The Magic Christian" where Guy Grand fills a cauldron with heated offal and money. Wealth rules. 
     I am reminded of "Dark Matter". It was invented in order to explain gravitational discrepencies in the universe. It is theorized to compromise 5/6 of all the matter in the universe. It's invisible but the force it exerts is immense. The invisble balances everything, "and that things are not so ill with you and me as they might have been", because of it. At this moment some one in some place is performing some small unrecognized goodness,,, and like the "butterfly effect", it has far reaching consequences.