The problem is I haven't found a way back to my home planet from this place yet, while keeping the earth-body. The transportation of consciousness itself is easier.I recently found out that "People think Steven Spielberg killed a Triceratops"
I think that the problem is that most people don't use any more of their brain than the amygdala.
Can I come and live on your planet? Will bring coffee...
PS, you may remember that, in the film, this animal is next to a pile of dung that Laura Dern sticks her arm into. I believe that she decides the Triceratops is sick because it has been eating kale. I accept this as true, because whenever I eat kale, I feel very much like the dinosaur, complete with groans.
Neither are the earthlings spaceships good enough yet. So it's like being transporting back a few hundred years in evolution.
But great coffee/espresso beans is definitely a great passport to get into my planet, absolutely 😉