Wisdom Is Finding Joy In Bewilderment

Unicorns Are Immortal. It Is Their Nature To Live Alone In One Place: Usually A Forest Where There Is A Pool Clear Enough For Them To See Themselves -- For They Are A Little Vain, Knowing Themselves To Be The Most Beautiful.

The Horns Came Riding In Like The Rainbow Masts Of Silver Ships.

I Am No King, And I Am No Lord, And I Am No Soldier At-arms," Said He. "i'm None But A Harper, And A Very Poor Harper, That Am Come Hither To Wed With Ye." "if You Were A Lord, You Should Be My Lord, And The Same If You Were A Thief," Said She. "and If You Are A Harper, You Shall Be My Harper, For It Makes No Matter To Me, To Me, For It Makes No Matter To Me." "but What If It Prove That I Am No Harper? That I Lied For Your Love Most Monstrously?" "why, Then I'll Teach You To Play And Sing, For I Dearly Love A Good Harp," Said She.

Sing To Me," She Said. "that Would Be Valiant, To Raise Your Voice In This Dark, Lonely Place, And It Will Be Useful As Well. Sing To Me, Sing Loudly-drown Out My Dreams, Keep Me From Remembering Whatever Wants Me To Remember It. Sing To Me, My Lord Prince, If It Please You. It May Not Seem A Hero's Task, But I Would Be Glad Of It.

There Are Honest People In The World, But Only Because The Devil Considers Their Asking Prices Ridiculous.