Here:

Illusion, lies, inconveniences, often the victim of circumstance. . .yeah; which were planned out by our retarded, masochistic selves to 'grow'. There's also a demand on your time, and you gotta do obnoxious things to continue to exist here. (I'd rather eat a person than a pig. Yes I would If I only could I surely would. . .Gotta finish that song slaughter one o' these days. I don't know if I could give Weird Al a run for 'is money, but I can try.) The list is a lot longer.

There:

Akashic Knowledge, no need to injure anything, self-containment, telepathy, instantaneous travel and manifestation if you care, nose hair coats, riding comets to the ends of the nose-iverse if there is an end, no goin' on the rag; not that I do that any more (At least not in the messy way.), more colours that don't register here to our senses, and the music leaves even the best stuff down here in the dust.

The list goes on for both here and there, but y'all gets my drift. From a pragmatic perspective, me thinks the Cathars had it right. Don't feed the realm of the demiurge by breeding.

But I've been here a gazillion times. I'd like to know why? What's the appeal on the Otherside? I mean, we should know better.

Oh yeah! The 'heroin addiction' factor. A bad drug you get hooked on until you detox.

WELL I'M DETOXED, AND I'M STILL HERE. . .UNDER PROTEST, SO I'M GONNA BE AS DEAD TO THE WORLD AS I CAN BE UNTIL MY BODY CATCHES UP!

Which reminds me. Local Grocery Outlet ran outta Maslo Ekstra butter. I got the last bar. If they don't get some more, I might not survive the withdrawal.

See if I'm still posting in another 6 or 7 days. If not, well. . .you know the story. Ekstra addiction is worse than fentanyl, adrenochrome, and nicotine combined.