In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Finite Creatures.”
At what age did you realize you were not immortal?
Let’s see, I think it was sometime in August of whatever year my baby sister was born, because she was born on July 27th and she was about three weeks old when she told me all about how everything works and what’s going to happen and how I shouldn’t worry about any of it because none of it hurts and there’s lotsa kids to play with and Grandma Gloria is there and you can see everything that’s happening with mortals but you can’t really do anything about it because mortals have to learn their own lessons by going through them … but there was one important thing she wanted to tell me about because it’s something I could look forward to when I don’t have a body anymore and I’m gonna find out anyway, so . . . she said you know how when a man and lady love each other and pleasure themselves together with their mortal bodies and try to get as close to each other and inside each other as much as they can, well … when you don’t have a body anymore, your spiritual selves do it by merging with each other … they go right inside each other and it’s a thousand times more pleasing than trying to do it with mortal bodies, she hadn’t tried it but she said she was going to … so I gotta stop now – I’m hungry and I need a cuddle . . .
The question was, at what age did you realize you were not immortal?
Oh, sorry … I really don’t remember . . .