One of these days I might just put the debate between mind and body to rest. There's always the dilemma of either going for the physical alone, only to have the vampire to suck your life without remorse. Or you seek the mind and heart, then you can see what to do with the body.

Who can imagine then, that this matter came to a turning point when I discovered the woman I'd feel most at home with, died like 69 years ago? Feeling at home here entails even having a small portion of me inside this mother.

So the task that remains is necromancy.

The worst thing I fear is that even if I woke her, I'd have to bring her up to date. And who knows what her mind would churn?

Or maybe I should just read her books...

I am talking about Hannah. Hannah Arendt.

It's a crazy thing really, but I can't help but fall in love with her. And the question is, if I could live with her, if I could raise her from the dead.

It's a strange world that I am looking at.