My unicorn Is patron saint of regret. He holds dominion over Things wished-for but not received. the unfulfilled, unrequited, unrealized.
Get it? He says, I'm like a Magritte or an Escher. Self-referential.
I don't. Or, I do, but I'm wallowing.
Quite unselfservingly, He says I should shun the vaporous un.... and rather mind those things I got but did not think to wish for.
Treasure there, matey -- Forges to steel the metal in yer mettle; (He's fond of pirate talk, too. Who knew?) Jewels to find and mine and polish; And critters to craft your character-- Gollums surely, but a perhaps Samwise or maybe Gandalf. Who wouldn't find a wizard handy in tight spots?
Or a unicorn, I say.
He just stares. Is that a snort?
Oh, and cherish, but don't count your blessings. They come in different sizes.