Yes, as you imagine, I do know the beauty of the land around you and the vast expanse of the night sky. It has been many years since my feet walked upon the fertile, rolling hills while stars played overhead. Sometime soon I must go back to what once was my homeland. As for additional company in the cabin, who says I don't or rather didn't already have company? I appreciate the thought from you or anyone of wanting to share that with me, but it was absolute and undisturbed sacredness just the way it was, and I wouldn't have changed a thing.

I have to say the part of your dream where I smacked you in the head with a pack of peanuts was most amusing. Have I appeared in your night visions since? While it's true that Mr. Townsend is not an accurate representation of my person or persona for that matter, I can't blame you for visualizing to that end given that it has become the most recent interpretation of who I am. There are similarities which I've touched on before in my other threads, but that aside it was an amusing dream. I'm not up to interpretations though. Sometimes I believe it's best to just let things be as they are, and not dig for more than what is really present.

Thank you for that bit of Rilke. It's most appropriate just now.

You know you said: I actually went horseback riding last week..*smiles*..it was heaven, through a woods, just me and the horse, the sun, and the leaves changing all around. I even got in a good reckless and thouroughly exhilerating gallop before slowing and letting the horse walk for a bit...I haven't ridden in a while and almost fell off

I went horseback riding last night, and though I didn't get reckless, it was no less exhilarating. You have to be careful when you're riding that you don't fall off. Of course the best way is practice. Fortunately I get a lot of practice.

It's good that you're finding your nights at least somewhat relaxing Genia. Some night soon in chat we'll speak again. Be well until then.

You asked:

Not too bored with eternity? I have heard it said that boredom is a refuge for the unimaginitive; would you agree, I wonder?

I had never heard that sentiment, but I do agree. The alternate and resulting question might then be: What is a refuge for the creative?

What a nice question:

I have always wondered, Lestat, if you keep track of the mortal souls you have known well across your vast lifetimes. Are there those whom you knew, perhaps in your youth, with whom you have no direct contact now, but of whom you are still aware? Or do those you once knew well simply drift across your mind now and again, like sweet but misty dreams?

This is not something with a brief answer, nor with any that is easy to explain with any coherence. Allow me to try an answer:

Of course, those mortals I knew in my mortal youth I wouldn't be aware of, since they would have long passed. There are those I can still remember with great clarity even all these many years later. I remember the Innkeeper, how loud and gruff he tried to be with all the unruly lot that would show up through his doors, Nicolas and I included, yet under that he was kind and often gave the upper room to Nic and I free of charge, and provided a jug of wine and whatever breads were leftover. Memories like that don't fade, though by now that seems like a whole other lifetime and indeed it was. Ah but look now how you have me lost to reverie where I could happily linger, but then, there are others to answer, and only so much time.

I've always wondered...forgive me if I am being presumptuous, but just what does the infamous Vampire Lestat fill his nights with? It seems you've always had some scheme or other to occupy your time...what is it this century, hmm?

Who shares the company of my nights? This is something you want to know Cherie? I'm sure half the girls here would like to know that same thing, but ah ah, no, this is privite. -laughing- I spelled that phonetically to how I say the word. Have I had some scheme or another to occupy me? Hijinks? I wonder some times, to what end they all were; merely detours, or necessities to get me to this moment. It's hard to say, but again I am digressing.

Welcome to the forum, Am. Soon I'm sure you'll know what I've been up to recently, and for yourself pick out what may be a shade of the truth, and conversely a stretch of the imagination, or some reasonable fascimile.

Clever name, with a clever question on her lips:

"And so it makes me wonder. After all that you have experienced, and all the twists and turns of the path you've walked, how do you think you have changed, if you feel that in essence you have changed at all? I would love to know how you see the world now and all the people in it. What creeps into your dreams and fires your imagination."

The best advice I can give you and save myself from typing much of the same once again - is to see my journal. I have left there writing which reveals much on what you ask. If you wish to know, look there. http://www.livejournal.com/users/lestatdelct

Then let me know what else you might have to ask.

What was pleasant to the eye, mine in particular in those times, was, hm, how do I say... the grand dressage of the period to be sure, both male and female accoutrements. However, I didn't like it to be overdone. Elegance, I've often thought, is timeless, and I still believe that to be true, though elegance is hard to come by in these times. The way a man or a woman carries themselves within the garments is more what matters, for no matter how the package is wrapped, if instinctual elegance is not inside, it is just a damaged vessel.

Well, I don't necessarily agree with you, but what the hey, right? I have too many things on my mind to worry whether you and I have been, how was that, "arsy" with one another. However, I did go and look at your artwork, and I will say -as I believe I have many times before- that I am appreciative of your efforts, and too, that I'm happy it gives you happiness to paint as you do. Some of them are very good. I don't think those fashioned to be me *look* like me, but what is life without interpretation, yes? I can be the Lestat of your imaginings, I can be that to so many but each imagined replication would be different, would it not? As far as the Lestat you feel you've known forever? Would that be oppositely, or concurrently, dear Madame?