It kind or makes sense: I always thought, if we were take an undead corpse for real, lacking any élan vital, this wouldn't be driven by hormones or reproductive drives (as in popular fiction), but may rather be an abstract, crystalline existence. Or in other words, with Augustinus, the pursue of primordial intrigues, as portrayed in fiction, should be a mere ornament to such an existence. Which leaves counting as a worthy activity and as an attempt to persist basic object relations in due abstraction…