They are servants. Theirs is the sometimes thankless privilege of doing the group’s chores.
In Zorba the Greek, Nikos Kazantzakis describes an encounter between his principle character and an old man busily at work planting a tree. "What is it that you are doing?" Zorba asks. The old man replies: "You can see very well what I am doing, my son, I’m planting a tree." "But why plant a tree," Zorba asks, "if you won’t be able to see it bear fruit?" And the old man answers: "I, my son, live as though I were never going to die."
The response brings a faint smile to Zorba’s lips and, as he walks away, he exclaims with a note of irony: "How strange – I live as though I were going to die tomorrow!" As a member of Alcoholics Anonymous, I have found that the Third Legacy is a fertile soil in which to plant the tree of my sobriety. The fruits I harvest are wonderful: peace, security, understanding and twenty–four hours of eternal fulfillment; and with the soundness of mind to listen to the voice of my conscience when, in silence, it gently speaks to me, saying: You must let go in service. There are others who must plant the harvest.