(unfinished piece)
We are all chasing a unicorn.
We are all chasing a unicorn.
Runnin’ Rhino, by Allan Faustino The Unicorn is that single special someone with the great mix of intelligence, personality, maturity, looks and sex appeal, that’s interested in you.
The Unicorn is the job you land that pays you just for being awesome. (No formal training involved). Where you answer to yourself, create your own work load, everyday is a vacation; you’ve just been hired and are already retired.
The Unicorn is the house on the hill, the yacht, the wife, the lotto, the materials we covet but haven’t paved way to earn. It’s the perfect kiss, or being swept away by Prince Charming, or having a truly “open-relationship”.
“Now entertain conjecture of a time, when creeping murmur and the poring dark, fills the wide vessel of the universe.”
We create these magical scenarios and mystic creatures and project light and life into them until we believe they are obtainable existences. We fervently seek them out each day and would often sell our souls to own them. They are immortal and impenetrable and their appeal never wavers.
According to mythological lore, (I’m not going to touch on all of the religious implications the unicorn symbolizes in Pagan and Christian history) the unicorn as a creature is described as having the body of a horse, tail of a lion, beard of a goat, and most distinguishing, a single horn rising from the center of its head. A horn thought to hold magical powers. The unicorn embodies all that is good and light and pure and represents magic and love. Very much it is the manifestation of perfection – a concept conceived within the human mind.
It has been sought for ages. Specifically looking at the stories believed to come from the Netherlands, we find groups of noblemen in pursuit of the unicorn whose tactics included the use of a virgin to capture the creature. Another symbol in art and literature that embodies purity, the virgin!
Virgin and Unicorn
As soon as the unicorn sees her, he lays his head in her lap and falls asleep. Said Leonardo da Vinci: “[The unicorn] for the love it bears to fair maidens forgets its ferocity and wildness; and laying aside all fear it will go up to a seated damsel and go to sleep in her lap, and thus the hunters take it.”
But never can we find evidence of the capturing of the unicorn, or its actual existence. It has been compared to other horned beasts: rhinoceroses, dear, goat, antelope, eland; though it is more than apparent that these animals don’t hold a candle to the magic and whimsy the unicorns very presence suggests, however fabled.
So what does this mean for our own personal unicorns? Chasing the unicorn, so to speak, and the idea of going after something that doesn’t exist? When you find that one’s true character to lack that initial “magic” you projected; to find the creature you’ve conjectured is nothing more than a rough, tough rhino, where do you go?
To begin, just because these concepts represent some unrealistic expectations, I'm not suggesting giving up the ritual of pursuit altogether. However jaded I have become I certainly still hold the act of dreaming in high regard and importance in life. But running on the treadmill of delusion is not it.
