My own eyes are not enough for me. . . I will see through the eyes of others. Reality, even seen through the eyes of many is not enough. . . I will see what others have invented. Even the eyes of all humanity are not enough. I regret that the brutes cannot write books. Very gladly would I learn what face things present to a mouse or a bee. More gladly still would I perceive the olfactory world charged with all the information and emotion it carries for a dog.
My advisers built a wall between myself and my people. I didn't realize what was happening. When I woke up, I had lost my people.