I'm purely talent... or not.
I'm an artist... struggling... failing... STARVING!
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."