When I was young I used to whine at my parnts that I just wanted to go home. They would say, "Uh, honey, we are home!" but I would reply, "No, my REAL home." They never understood what I meant. I felt like I'd been banished to a strange land and forced to live out a dream or something. I hated being corporeal. Eventually I got used to it, and eventually I understood why I sent myself here. But there were days... oh indeed there were days, when going home seemed like a REALLY good idea. |