who does not wish, openly or secretly, br to meet it, in some quiet place? br even a secret image in the mind's dead index br of those materialists who br deny it a reality, calling it a br ‘mythological creature’ – as if br the mind were not superior to flesh and earth? br br this, the very reason for br its longevity – who would not, br were it material, have hunted it by now br for a prince’s ransom, its magic horn ground down, hunted to br extinction – so that we would say br ‘as dead as unicorn’ and left br the dodo forgotten and unmourned? br and so, to be a myth is logical… br br and thus, the unicorn lives, beyond br some banal death at a hunter’s hands; br easy, peaceful in its own preserves, br grazing in the pure air of our minds, br free to remind us that we too are born free.