Ahh but every time you ate, thought, cried, was happy, sad, pining, got angry or just lived; you fed the beast. It's all relative. They're scavengers, they'll eat anything but prefer darker emotions. Supposedly.

Maybe we don't chose to come back, perhaps we are on a merry go round of trapped cycles? Same with other species. I doubt a deer wants to come back to be torn apart and eaten in a brutal way.

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Re: Reader: Blowing the Whistle; Did you Ever ....

Then we have our wonderful tales of NDEs.

On the other hand, I've often asked this question myself. And if this is a loosh farm, I didn't feed it. I didn't breed. On top of being about as maternal as a caged crocodile that hasn't eaten in a month whose eggs just hatched, I also have the Cathar philosophy of this place not being a good place for anything, being it's the realm of the Demiurge (a self-declared god who is really a psycho POS), not the Urge (Source).

I also call myself retired from life, having nothing left vested in it. This is definitely the last time around, and I wonder if there is anyone fighting the worthless loosh feeders. If it's allowed, I may become one after I get to where I'm going.

And what happens to the loosh feeders after we kill most of ourselves off? Will they be relegated to a famine?

In fact, what happens to them every time we kill another species? Anything?

Ya know, with the question of this post in mind, I also find the transition outta here a cause to celebrate, not mourn. After all, I can't wait to get outta here, though I realise I must after a suicide try and a few metaphysical (OOBE) meetings.

Which brings us to another point. IF THIS PLACE SUCKS SO BAD, WHY DO WE KEEP COMING BACK, AND WHY IS IT SO IMPORTANT TO FINISH WHAT WE CAME HERE TO DO?!

Oh what a paradox life is, huh? Glad this is my last time around.

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