It won’t matter how much I know that vampires don’t exist; if I find myself in a vampire story, I know what sort of story I am in. Now, don’t get me wrong, I haven’t been bit by a vampire; that was just a story to explain what I mean. We get confused as wise moderns. We think vampires are disproved, somehow, by showing how a body might be preserved naturally and appear undead, and by reminding ourselves how credulous everyone else is.
Enlightened, we do not look at the darkness, proving by blindness that darkness does not really exist.
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