There’s a lass I know who is angered by me claiming I cannot die. Perhaps naively, I’ve survived so many instances and situations that would kill others that I now feel magical and bulletproof. To wit, I truly believe this most of the time to where it’s reflex. I just got bit by a rattler – again – and I felt gross for a few days, and not once was I fearful of death. Is this truth, that I cannot die? Maybe not… but I’m perfectly satisfied with mortal protection by way of the placebo effect.