Aleena Norris 4/11/2024: The Last Unicorn
My dear friend Erin gifted me this book, titled "The Last Unicorn" for my 21st birthday. It is a tale of the journey a lone unicorn takes in search of finding out why all the other unicorns seem to have vanished. On this journey, very few recognize the unicorn for what it is. As the unicorn passes through various villages, many farmers recognize her as a plain white mare. They attempt to capture her, but not because she is a unicorn. They do not have the ability to see her as such. A few young children have the capacity to see the unicorn for what she is, however when they exclaim and share their perception, they are often applauded for their imagination and not listened to. What made the grown individuals lose their ability to see the unicorn? Have we, as a generation, lost our ability to see the beauty and magic in things as we've grown? Why? Is it because we've lost our innocence? Our ignorance of the evil that exists in the world? What has made most of us lose this ability to see beauty, and how do we get it back? Beauty exists everywhere: in stories, in nature, in spirit, inward, and even in the evil that exists. What makes us lose our ability to see it?
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