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Unicorns DO Exist! written @ 6:35 PM on September 08, 2003 Instead, the animal kingdom lives in the same aura of safe, perfect peace as the rest of us. That includes everything from dinosaurs and pterodactyls to griffins and unicorns-- which brings up a very interesting point: many animals we lazily categorize as mythological are as real as we are at Home. The spirit minds of our subconscious remember them, while our conscious minds dismiss them as too improbable. Our stubborn, short-sighted, finite conscious minds tend to win these arguments, but because our spirit minds invariably know the truth, notice that the popularity of supposedly imaginary unicorns and other "mythological" beasts never diminishes in the slightest. Psychic Sylvia Browne, Life On the Other Side, on the nature of animals in Heaven And may I say, "God bless Sylvia Browne?" Oh yes. And here is my official FUCK YOU to all the fools who ever told me unicorns don't exist. Look who was right in the end, pansies! Yeah. That's right. Fuck you people who thought I was nuts. Uh huh. Yeah. (I can't even describe my moment of ecstacy when I read about the unicorns last night. My roommate thought I had won the lottery, but she didn't have a clue what I was jumping off the walls about. Let's face it: Heaven would suck without unicorns.) *** My professor of archaeology was late getting to class this morning. When ten minutes after eleven had passed, he finally burst into the room in a flurry, put down his Indiana Jones-type knapsack, pulled out his legal pad and clump of notes, and sighed as he tried to get his act together. "Sorry I'm late," he exclaimed, "I was dragging a body into my office." An awkward silence draped over the room. It didn't take a psychic to know that nearly everyone in the class of 30-ish had one question pulsing on their minds: Was that a joke? No, I thought, he is being quite serious. When my professor looked up and saw the mixed horrified and perplexed expressions, he laughed and said, "Just a body, folks. You know... bones... archaeology... what you're studying in my class?" Because you have to explain it to the fools in this class, yes, I know, professor. The surreal moment passed and class began. The Lesson of the Day: Only in the anthropology department can you drag a body into your office and have everybody be perfectly okay with that. *** When you do art, you have to get into "the zone," you know? You have to reach that moment where you forget about time and the only thing that matters are the colors and where they go. Life simplifies, and you see only patches of color expressed in this energetic form. I was completely in the zone today, and when I finished, I heard my professor announce, "Goddamn... That is the best color rendering of the human figure that I have seen in twenty years." That totally made my day.
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