Hey, maybe the best stuff in life is kind of like chasing after a unicorn. I mean, you think it might be out there, or it would be cool if it was out there, or well, hell, what's the harm in letting our imaginations run wild building fantastic worlds, populated by beautiful beasts? And if you could hop on and ride such a creature? Where would we go?
So, the chase, the search, the possibility of a glimpse of the magical is enough to keep us engaged, to drive us forward...
And sometimes, unaccountably, a certain "magic" just kind of seeps into things (the big, the small) we do...
But we can only glimpse, not grasp...
Now , of course, if we were "Zen" hunters we wouldn't be chasing at all, we'd just sit under a shady tree and let the beast come to us...but well, that's a different story.