Truth be known, I wish they were real. But I suppose even if they were, they would not be as grand as the ancient stories make them out to be. Nothing in reality is as great as it can be in fantasy. But still if I heard tell of a shy creature with a golden horn prancing in some distant forest, I would run and run until I came across it. Why? Because the unicorn legend represents the innocence and purity of humanity. Over time this has come to be represented by 'virginity', but in essence it relates to purity of spirit, kindness of heart. Everyone knows only those with a kind soul can touch a unicorn; no desecrate hand may disturb her golden mane. Somehow that idea beckons to me, as if with such a creature I could test the innocence of my own heart. Heart, spirit, soul - all are related and judged in the gentle eyes of the unicorn hiding in her forest glade.