3) Unicorns, migraines, and chiropractors

I don’t believe in unicorns. I’d like to though. I mean, wouldn’t you? A world of magic, in which reality isn’t just dead matter heading towards thermodynamic equilibrium, is something I yearn for deeply, and have ever since I was that 5 year old, sitting on her blankie, willing it to fly, or that 10 year old trying to use the Force to move something with her mind.