I'm a Director in America

The victor's golden trophy is filled with light gathered by many hands. True gratitude means bending down to kiss the hands that hold up its base. Those hands may be stained with grease, scarred by chilblains, or clutching half a blister pack of emergency medicine. When we recognize these faint glimmers in the dust, we understand: virtue is simply acknowledging that we, too, are dust, yet have been blessed by the stars.