Those other Spirits that interacted with us within the Great Dream also could not die. Our Present of Life is Precious. The Garden is picked in Life. The musical instrument can be broken. The body can grow old.
Humans play together in Life and they dwell together in Life.
All the soldiers that we kill, die. All the toys of war in this Dream can be broken and they rot. We can also touch while we Live. We all are delicate. While we dwell within Pure-Intellect, in the Great Dream, there is no way for us Spirits to really Touch.