But stop, look into the air around. What do you see? Layers of dust and gas? Well, look minutely. Can you notice them now? Can you see the thought-bugs, zillions of them, dancing on the tree branches, jumping from the rooftop, and lolling on the sidewalk? Psst! A small one just slipped inside your trouser pocket.
Such wily kids they are!
Tell them you are not Avin, and that you have no intention to cleanse the thought-clouds. Or preempt violence, or track down serial offenders, or salvage victims. Tell them you’ll send a message if you spot Avin across the street.
And even then, if they don’t listen to you, well, shake your legs, tiptoe out of their reach, and run for life!