So you are a bit like a 12 year-old virgin who loves chocolate, and insists to a an experienced 25 year old that chocolate is better than sex.
I grew up back east. I loved skiing bumps, thougtht they were the greatest thing in skiing. When my family took trips out west, I wanted big open bowls, full of moguls. I did not like powder initially, it was very hard for me to ski. I was humbled. Back east I thought I was a great skier, but the western mountains made me feel small. Keep in mind, this was BEFORE fat skis, so I learned pow/crud on sknny skis, MUCH harder than it is today. Give me an icy, east coast bump run, and I was fine, but give me a steep, western pow run, and I sucked.
I went to school out west, and gradually got to ski more pow. During a Colorado trip my freshman year, stuff finally clicked, and I started loving pow. I finally saw what the fuss was about, skiing 6 inches of light Colorado fluff. From then on, I wanted pow. Skiing Mammoth 2-3 times a month, and on most of my vacations, I started to fiend for powder.
Skiing powder is beyond euphoric. It is truly one of the great things in life. I would try to explain it, but I can't. Why do you think people at Squaw line up at 3 am for the KT-22 lift? Because they want to hit The Fingers in all their glory. And people DO line up at that time, ask any Squaw local
I'm not putting down your opinion, and I respect that you would rather ski park. LIke I said, there was a time when I would rather ski bumps.