You truly beleive that?
That babble of a milksop rabble?
No, I am all for passive observation and curious voyeurism, but to be completely apart from ones surroundings? A ghostly being of flesh bound to haunt, cursed to feel, but never touch, forsaking warm skin, clawing at fresh soil, the rattling as autumn leaves surround you in cage of breeze...
No, as a higher thinker I feel inclined to intervene.
Don't you? Wouldn't you?
Oh if I could show rather than explain...