H. G. Wells The Food Of The Gods

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eyes, and so for a moment remained, fearing to open them again and see, lest the dream
should already have passed away....
The voice of the giant children spoke to one another, an undertone to that clangorous melody
of the smiths. His tide of doubt ebbed. He heard the giant voices; he heard their movements
about him still. It was real, surely it was real as real as spiteful acts! More real, for these
great things, it may be, are the coming things, and the littleness, bestiality, and infirmity of men
are the things that go. He opened his eyes. Done, cried one of the two ironworkers, and they
flung their hammers down.
A voice sounded above. The son of Cossar, standing on the great embankment, had turned
and was now speaking to them all.
It is not that we would oust the little people from the world, he said, in order that we, who are
no more than one step upwards from their littleness, may hold their world for ever. It is the step
we fight for and not ourselves.... We are here, Brothers, to what end? To serve the spirit and
the purpose that has been breathed into our lives. We fight not for ourselves for we are but
the momentary hands and eyes of the Life of the World. So you, Father Redwood, taught us.
Through us and through the little folk the Spirit looks and learns. From us by word and birth
and act it must pass to still greater lives. This earth is no resting place; this earth is no
playing place, else indeed we might put our throats to the little people s knife, having no
greater right to live than they. And they in their turn might yield to the ants and vermin. We fight
not for ourselves but for growth growth that goes on for ever. To-morrow, whether we live or
die, growth will conquer through us. That is the law of the spirit for ever more. To grow
according to the will of God! To grow out of these cracks and crannies, out of these shadows
and darknesses, into greatness and the light! Greater, he said, speaking with slow
deliberation, greater, my Brothers! And then still greater. To grow, and again to grow. To
grow at last into the fellowship and understanding of God. Growing.... Till the earth is no more
than a footstool.... Till the spirit shall have driven fear into nothingness, and spread.... He
swung his arm heavenward: There! His voice ceased. The white glare of one of tho
searchlights wheeled about, and for a moment fell upon him, standing out gigantic with hand
upraised against the sky.
For one instant he shone, looking up fearlessly into the starry deeps, mail-clad, young and
strong, resolute and still. Then the light had passed, and he was no more than a great black
outline against the starry sky a great black outline that threatened with one mighty gesture
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