Phoebe and Her Unicorn by Dana Simpson for April 28, 2023

Like looking in a mirror without actually looking in a mirror.

The reflection can give wet kisses, but not much more.

This is the true meaning of the allegory of Plato’s Cave. Being content with something shallow until you see something bigger. Meanwhile, cynical media keeps telling people that it’s about deception.

It’s a good thing Phoebe snapped her out of her musing!

…and back to the right eye.

She’s never looked sadder.

I have wondered if any unicorns have ever starved to death while being stuck admiring their reflection like this…or does survival instinct enough to eventually snap them out of it again so to prevent that?

I know, morbid talk, but it is still a point to consider.

“Let me go! I want to he out of this wretched transe!”

“No, I want to stay here. It is nice.”

“Nice does not cut it! This is a worse off place for the both of us! Let us go away from here.”

“It makes me feel good.”

“Feel, but is it good?”

“If you put your mind in the right place, it is good.”

“What do you mean by that? The right place for doing wrong, that is what you mean!”

“Just keep going until we reach the peak. You will regret it, and I shall leave for a time, but I will return.”

“No…no…fine…no, I should not…”

“It is too late. You have already reached your peak. This is where it ends.”

“I regret everything…why did I ever allow you to take control?”

“Because you want to justify this.”

I know what that suffering is like. It is not pretty.

That’s marigold for you—past, present, and future

“THE TRANCE OF SELF LOVE”