They want to reduce the whole blamed cosmos to a system, and she won't reduce.

I forget now just how many billion cells in your body"-- he pointed the pipe at Sharon Whipple, who stirred uneasily--"but no matter." Sharon looked relieved.
"Anyway, we fought our way up to be a fish with lungs, and then we fought on till we got legs, and here we are.

And the only way we got here was by competition--some of us always beating others.

Holy rollers like socialists would have us back to one cell and keep us there with equal rewards for all.

But she don't work that way.