Answer:
I am a shimmering field that reaches far. Yet I have no tracks and am crossed without paths.
I hold two people together but touch only one.
I am a beverage named after a stick.
I'm as simple as a circle worthless as a leader; but when I follow a group their strength increases tenfold. By myself I'm practically nothing.
Walk on the living, they donβt even mumble. Walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble. What are they?
The answer I give is yes, but what I mean is no. What was the question?