REVERSE PSYCHOLOGY
t was one of those moments when there was a before and after. Overture and denouement. Or in the social anthropological/Jungian psychological terms, pre-liminal and post-liminal. But it was the moment in between that uplifted the soul and irrevocably and irreversibly shifted my perception forever. This was the first time I’d ever lifted a glass of Domaine de la Romanée-Conti’s Grands-Échezeaux to my lips and enacted the holy transubstantiative act that would take me from ignorance to enlightenment. And in the same way you are warned not to meet your heroes, lest they fall beneath your expectations, you are also cautioned against deifying material experiences lest they be similarly disappointing, i.e. making love to
