So the little prince tamed the fox. And when the hour of his departure drew near--
"Ah," said the fox, "I shall cry."
"It is your own fault," said the little prince. "I never wished you any sort of harm; but you wanted me to tame you..."
"Yes, that is so," said the fox.
"But now you are going to cry!" said the little prince.
"Yes, that is so," said the fox.
"Then it has done you no good at all!"
"It has done me good," said the fox, "because of the color of the wheat fields." And then he added:
"Go and look again at the roses. You will understand now that yours is unique in all the world. Then come back to say goodbye to me, and I will make you a present of a secret."
The little prince went away, to look again at the roses.
"You are not at all like my rose," he said. "As yet you are nothing. No one has tamed you, and you have tamed no one. You are like my fox when I first knew him. He was only a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But I have made him my friend, and now he is unique in all the world."
And the roses were very much embarrassed.
"You are beautiful, but you are empty," he went on. "One could not die for you. To be sure, an
ordinary passerby would think that my rose looked just like you-- the rose that belongs to me. But in herself alone she is more important than all the hundreds of you other roses: because it is she that I have watered; because it is she that I have put under the glass globe; because it is she that I have sheltered behind the screen; because it is for her that I have killed the caterpillars (except the two or three that we saved to become butterflies); because it is she that I have listened to, when she grumbled, or boasted, or even sometimes when she said nothing. Because she is my rose.
And he went back to meet the fox.
"Goodbye," he said.
"Goodbye," said the fox. "And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye."
"What is essential is invisible to the eye," the little prince repeated, so that he would be sure to
remember.
"It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important."
"It is the time I have wasted for my rose--" said the little prince, so that he would be sure to
remember.
"Men have forgotten this truth," said the fox. "But you must not forget it. You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed. You are responsible for your rose..."
"I am responsible for my rose," the little prince repeated, so that he would be sure to remember.
Le Petit Prince Antoine de Saint-Exupéry (June 29, 1900 – July 31, 1944)
It's a blurr speeding past me.. sliding doors; they will open, close and then move on. The choice to get on is sometimes the hardest. I board, look out the window and realize that the blurr is now where I used to be.
Where will it take me? Not sure. But that guy up front, He's in control. So I don't mind the past taking its place in the background... and I am happy to be moving.
- You can't have your cake and eat it too -
"What about apple pie?" I asked (I love apple pie).
"Don't even think about it, one bite the whole thing, it's all the same" they say.
I know they're right.
but still... cookie anyone?
I hadn't realized just how infrequent my posting has been; diversions can become hazy when a new focus is found.
Read an interesting piece today on "The American vs The European Way". Muy interesante. All paths lead to Rome I tell you.
Looking forward to seeing all the happy people in MTY this weekend and will have some pictures to post; which reminds me I have come to the conclusion that I love photos too much and must get a camera.
Don't think I will ever go for the amateur photographer thing though; I think apart from perhaps interpretive dance, I lack any and all other forms of art skill. Heh. Just point and shoot will do.
Had a song dedicated to me on the radio last night! (Snow Patrol Run) One day she is my student and next time I see her she is a Radio DJ, yes, I felt special.
