The golden cup of a successful person contains the light that everyone ladles to him. And true gratitude is to bend down and kiss the hands holding up the cup holders - those hands may be stained with engine oil, may have frostbite scars, or may be holding half a dozen emergency pills. When we recognize these glimmers of light in the dust, we understand: the so-called virtue is just admitting that we are also dust, but we are illuminated by the stars.
