Would you love me if I wrote a poem that sold over 3 million copies

 One that you would read over and over again

   one that made you happy – Just because the person who liked it was your


Would you speak to me if I were to push a wheelchair recipient around everyday?

 Couldn’t you see that this isn’t something one does for attention

-But because I thank God for giving me a blessed life?

Would you like me more if I gave you my diamond and sapphire cross

To wear around your neck?

 God wouldn”t like you any more than He already does

He doesn’t like bigots

Do you like unicorns?

  Yeah, well how could you like something that’s not real?

Suppose I were to tell you that I am a unicorn, then what?  Would

You stop using your imagination and say I’m crazy?  Or would you just agree

to get me off your back?

   What if I gave you a unicorn – a copy of myself to hold in

your hands, would you believe in me then?  No?  Then I don’t think

you’re real.  If a unicorn is imaginary and you have an imagination,

why can’t the imagined be real?  Could it be because an imagination

can’t imagine another imagination or could it be that we are a

Nation (in each self) made up of images unable to imagine the real?

Are you afraid of the dark?  Sometimes?  So are unicorns!

How do I know?  Well, I was one, till you stopped believing.

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  • elee on Aug 10, 2012

    beautiful observation

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