What do they look like to one another, then?

August 1, 2010

“How can it be?” she wondered.

“I suppose I could understand it if men had simply forgotten unicorns or if they had changed so that they hated all unicorns now and tried to kill them when they see them.
But not to see them at all, to look at them and see something else- what do they look like to one another, then?
What do trees look like to them, or houses, or real horses, or their own children?”

Sometimes she thought, “If men no longer know what they are looking at, there may well be unicorns in the world yet, unknown and glad of it.”
But she knew beyond both hope and vanity that men had changed and the world with them, because the unicorns were gone.
Yet she went along the hard road, although each day she wished a little more she had never left her forest.


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