>A man breaking
his journey between one place and another at a third place of no
name, character, population or significance, sees a unicorn cross his path and disappear. That
in itself is
startling, but there are precedents
for mystical encounters of various kinds, or to be less extreme, a
choice of persuasions to put it down to fancy; until - "My
God," says the second man, "I
must be dreaming, I thought
I saw a unicorn." At which point, a dimension is added that makes
the experience as alarming as it will ever be. A third witness, you understand, adds no further
dimension but only spreads it thinner, and a
fourth thinner still, and
the more witnesses there are,
the thinner it gets and the more reasonable it becomes until it is as thin as
reality, the name we give to the common experience... "Look, look"
recites the crowd. "A horse with
an arrow in its forehead! It must have been
mistaken for a deer." I'm sorry it wasn't the unicorn. It would have been nice to have unicorns...< Tom Stoppard >Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead<.