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It’s been a few hundred years since I last sat down for coffee with Rene Descartes. Of course, I had only pretended to drink, while he sipped his French brew.

We hadn’t actually figured out at that time how to take the blood of the vine and process it so that it would make a perfect alternative to the bloody mess we’d face night after night, going out on the hunt, in order to satiate our nocturnal desires.

I had always admired Rene’s ability to analyze life as if he were somehow disconnected from it. I remember, as if it were yesterday, our discussions regarding the infinity of the universe. There were few others he dared to share those thoughts with at that time in history. It was too dangerous to disagree with the stupid wisdom of the time. It was safer for him to discuss geometry.

Looking back now at that time then, it was sheer brilliance to deduce that since we think, we must therefore exist. He put it more succinctly: “I think, therefore I am”. Amazingly, mortals continue to take Descartes and what he contributed to this world for granted. Typically, they never take the time to stop, think and ponder what is right before their eyes. Of course, time is more precious to them than it is to us. So they are always rushing. They think we don’t exist because they don’t want us to exist. They don’t want to take the time to realize that just as they must exist, so must we. It’s as if no one ever asked, “If vampires don’t exist, then why have there been so many stories of them, and where did those stories come from?” If the mind conceives it, it must exist at some level.

Consider the moth and the butterfly. One lives at night. One lives at day. They both derive from the caterpillar’s larva. The larva to the caterpillar is what death is to humans. Some are reborn mortal, and some are reborn as us. It’s amazing how mortals fail to see the evidence of our existence right before their eyes. It’s a pity. I miss Descartes. I would have loved to share our secret. He would have appreciated the irony that the wine that makes mortals drunk, is but water to us. No one believes we exist any more, because we are kind. Now that we share our Vampire wine and have no further need to feed the old fashioned way, mortals have less to fear from our kind, and can continue to go on in their quaint and silly ways. Absurd, isn’t it! Some things never change.

Vampire M