Can it be considered a fight, really, against a thing so cosmically grand? When you are an ant, all you can do is scurry about its feet, and find some place to hide.

( He leans back in his seat, resting an elbow over the back of his chair. )

Not that I suggest one must lay down and die. Myself, I had been at work carving away our beast's path to Ostoya, so that it might not heckle our country alone for some few hundred more years. But that is the best that anyone could do, and even that was a comically ambitious aspiration.