"The dead," it said.

"Think of the unborn...." "Brothers," came the voice of young Redwood, "what can we do but fight them, and if we beat them, make them take the Food?
They cannot help but take the Food now.

Suppose we were to resign our heritage and do this folly that Caterham suggests! Suppose we could! Suppose we give up this great thing that stirs within us, repudiate this thing our fathers did for us--that _you_, Father, did for us--and pass, when our time has come, into decay and nothingness! What then?
Will this little world of theirs be as it was before?
They may fight against greatness in us who are the children of men, but can they conquer?
Even if they should destroy us every one, what then?
Would it save them?
No! For greatness is abroad, not only in us, not only in the Food, but in the purpose of all things! It is in the nature of all things; it is part of space and time.

To grow and still to grow: from first to last that is Being--that is the law of life.

What other law can there be ?" "To help others ?" "To grow.