When I say my parents were Unicorns I'm not being metaphorical - my parents were actually Unicorns. I have only memories of them; as you can imagine, they don't visit. I remember their long faces when they had to give me away to a human family; how desperately sad they looked. They were both so white (like Adam and Eve...and me) with their stately, equine posture and magnificent horns (one each, of course).
Not possible you say? My challenge to you is simple - disprove it. Sure, you can find my birth certificate, but that's an obvious (and simple) forgery (like Obama's). DNA samples will show that I have the same blood as my parents, but that was done through magic. Unicorns are magical creatures (didn't you know that) and they made sure my DNA matches my parent's, and thus the rest of my family's, using their magical powers. Nonsense, you say. Again I challenge you to disprove it because (apparently) that’s how these things work – someone makes an outrageous claim that can not be proven, nor, by the sheer outrageousness of it, can it be disproven, so all claims to Truth carry equal weight.
My claim may seem extraordinary, but no more so than other claims by millions, heck, billions of people around the world. The more outrageous the claim, it seems, the more likely people are to believe it…especially if it was made originally 1,500 years ago or more, and especially if there’s no discernable evidence. The less evidence the better, because that means you’re truly a person of faith. Faith, among its more nuanced definitions, means a belief that is not based on proof. If you had proof, you wouldn’t need faith. So, less proof requires more faith…you can see where this downward spiral leads: Scientology.
My real parents didn’t teach me much about this life (the gave me up for adoption by humans when I was just a baby), but I remember one thing that taught my about my Unicorness: when this body wears out my eternal spirit (most people call them souls, but us Unicorns call them giggles) will elevate to a higher plain, one that looks oddly like parts of western Michigan (but with better weather) where I will essentially be put out to stud. Can you disprove it? Then it must be true.


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Every single one of us is WRONG! None of our views are completely correct.
Therefore, every single one of us is living our life according to a delusion, albeit one that helps us to make sense of the world so that we can live in it without going crazy.
Problems ensue, however, when people (evangelists) feel compelled to get others to abandon the beliefs they hold and accept the one's that the evangelist is selling.
An evangelist may be a Christian, Buddhist, Atheist or even a scientistst. But what they have in common is that it gets under their skin when others don't see the world the way they do. At the root of this is the ego, insecurity, sense of persecution, etc.
So I say, more power to ya' Unicorn Boy! It doesn't matter if others don't believe that your parents were unicorns, and you don't need to convince anyone of it. Be who you are and rejoice in your heritage!
Are others just supposed to accept such claims because someone really, really believes it. That's not enough for me (neither does it seem to be enough for you).
In my book, one lone person experiencing something that they consider inexplicable-- or a group of people really, really believing something with the utmost conviction-- does not make it so.