That’s what makes me cry. I was once a vice-president, a member of the Chairman’s Club. In the past it was always enough to be connected to humanity in a more abstract way, by the glint of possibility. To believe that there’s order and I have a place in it, is just too scary, that if I’m not here doing what I’m supposed to do, nothing else will be right.
("There Is a Plan"—Kathy Holwadel)
What does "by the glint of possibility" mean? Does it mean that to be connected to humanity in a more abstract way is not probable?