Wisdom Is Finding Joy In Bewilderment

But I Still Feel I Waste A Lot Of Time Leaning On My Elbow And Thinking To Myself, 'alright Sucker, Now What?'

We Are Not Always What We Seem, And Hardly Ever What We Dream.

What Happened Instead Was That The Tree Fell In Love With Him And Began To Murmur Fondly Of The Joy To Be Found In The Eternal Embrace Of A Red Oak. "always, Always," It Sighed, "faithful Beyond Any Man's Deserving. I Will Keep The Color Of Your Eyes When No Other In The World Remembers Your Name. There Is No Immortality But A Tree's Love.

Lir Said, "it Is My Right. A Hero Is Entitled To His Happy Ending, When It Comes At Last." But Schmendrick Answered, "this Is Not The End, Either For You Or For Her.

I Suppose I Could Understand It If Men Had Simply Forgotten Unicorns, But Not To See Them At All, To Look At Them And See Something Else — What Do They Look To One Another, Then? What Do Trees Look Like To Them, Or Houses, Or Real Horses, Or Their Own Children?