Perhaps
there are no heroes
only the things that happen to people.
There is surely no superman.
And there is, probably, no action-player-history.
This story telling is the pins of power which tell us we have control,
when the most control we have will be that which is never noticed... the ebb of time,
and our collective will to bend it.
Faith, i suppose, is believing this to be true.
The curvature beyond the horizon and the notion that one step in front of another will change our reality.
Because we DO perceive,
and we might even experience compassion
and this
in itself
is more miraculous than the acts of heroes.