We are all mortal until the first kiss and the second glass of wine. ~Eduardo Galeano
I can pinpoint the exact moment I transitioned from an immortality mindset to a mortality mindset. It was just before midnight on 24 Dec 2012 when I experienced the esophageal burning associated with a heart attack. Mine was essentially silent. It didn’t go to the hospital. No, I went into the shower to steam because I thought I was experiencing acid reflux. It was only in retrospect nearly a month later when the Doctor told me it was a myocardial infarction and the visceral feeling of my own mortality flowed in tears down my ruddy face spilling onto the floor and disappearing down the drain.
The knowledge is an undaunted undercurrent shifting all I think and do. It takes more than two glasses of wine to countermand the undercurrent which always returns to the original course after sleep.
The lingering kiss of my wife is a force more powerful than alcohol, more lasting than the high from whiskey or wine without the negative physical aftereffects.
If I was about to die, her kiss would spin my heart staving off death. If only I could have her kiss forever I would truly be immortal.