They are shades of the same way of life, as I see it. And they are generally enjoyed in solitude, where I need not compare myself to anyone, nor to any standard. To enjoy the more central states of being implies no hangovers, no side effects, no political inconsistencies, no belligerence, no harm, no ego, no striving, no desire of earthly paradise, no self-models of proper conduct. Yet one is exposed to criticism by others, by being different, outside the mold. Labels don't stick.
Appearances are suspect.
Character is misunderstood. Motives are unclear. There is nowhere to turn. There is nothing more to do, or say, or have, or be. The cone of becoming has narrowed down to a single point.