It gives you headaches, loss of orientation and depression.
On the other hand it is nice to be back, back from the beyond.
The first Wiener Schnitzel after death or insanity is a true feast.
The first kiss, the wind and the rain, the sun and the song of a distant bird.
They are very intense.
However something seems to be lost, lost in transition, in translation, in metamorphosis.
Some elements seem to be lost forever, although they are here forever (as Parmenides would say).
Digging up the dirt again is also a very painful process.
And you promise to turn back next time before it is too late again.
Hopefully.
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