What part of our mortal soul longs for life after death or perhaps better asked; life after undeath? Could it be a brutal finality to life echoed in the works of Hesse and Kafka?
What compels some to embrace the horrors of our worst imaginations with the longing for what could be release, salvation, purpose, or something entirely different – our rebirths? Do some among us feel alien to our own world; looking at society with a desire to fit in but not knowing how and ultimately accepting fate?
On these matters of mysticism, madness and death, the following quote from an article entitled Death is apropos:
The one thing i would not like to happen in to be reincarnated into a small insect of some sort. I would rather not come back to this Earth than go through it as a poor defenseless animal.
The best thing that could happen to me is that i become a vampire. You read correct. I want to be a vampire. Laugh or agree but whether you believe in it is purely up to you, i believe that there could possibly be vampires walking amongst us but we just don’t know it. I hope so anyway as i would love to meet one and somehow convince them to make me into one. If that ever happens that a will take great pleasure in letting my heart stop beating.