"They walk without seeing, living without life. Humans." She paused to look at me. "We're better. We see the truth in things. We are the higher powers!" All I could do was nod at her trying to buy the sick feeling in my stomach.
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, there is a rapture on the lonely shore, there is society, where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar: I love not man the less, but nature more. - George Gordon Byron