…and what’s more, I adore you.

My lovely friends Dannel and Monkeybird posed for me in this story book of sorts.  I’m so grateful for the both of them ❤

And in honor of Valentine’s Day, love explained in my absolute favorite way….

“Who are you?” the Little Prince asked. “You’re very pretty…”
“I am a fox,” the fox said. “Come and play with me,” the Little Prince proposed. “I’m feeling so sad.”
“I can’t play with you,” the fox said. “I’m not tamed.”
“Ah! Excuse me,” said the Little Prince. But upon reflection he asked, “what does tamed mean?”
“You’re not from around here,” the fox said. “What are you looking for?”
“I’m looking for people,” said the Little Prince. “What does tamed mean?”
“People,” said the fox, “have guns and they hunt. It’s quite troublesome. And they also raise chickens. That’s the only interesting thing about them. Are you looking for chickens?”
“No,” said the Little Prince. “I am looking for friends. What does tamed mean?”
“It is something too often neglected. It means ‘to establish ties’.”
“To establish ties?”
“That’s right,” said the fox. “For me you are only a little boy just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you. And you have no need of me, either. For you I am only a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, we will need each other. You will be the only boy in the world for me, and I will be the only fox in the world for you…
“My life on Earth is monotonous. I hunt chickens, people hunt me. All chickens are just alike, and all men are just alike. As a consequence, I am rather bored. But if you tame me, it will be as if the sun has shined on my life. I will know the sound of footsteps that will be different from all the rest. Other footsteps send me back underground. But yours will call me out of my burrow like music. And then, look! You see the wheat fields over there? I don’t eat bread. For me, wheat is of no use. Wheat fields do not speak to me. And that is sad. But you have hair the color of gold. So it will be wonderful, once you have tamed me! The wheat, which is golden, will remind me of you. And I will love the sound of the wind in the wheat.”
The fox fell silent and stared at the Little Prince for a long while. “Please… tame me!” he said.
“I’d like to,” the Little Prince replied, “but I haven’t much time. I have friends to find and so many things to learn.”
“The things you tame are the only things you learn,” said the fox. “People haven’t time to learn anything. They buy things ready-made from stores. But since there are no stores where one can buy friends, people no longer have friends. If you want a friend, tame me!”
“What do I have to do?” asked the Little Prince.
“You have to be very patient,” the fox answered. “First you will sit down a little ways from me, over there, in the grass. I will watch you out of the corner of my eye, and you won’t say anything. Language is the source of misunderstandings. But day by day you will move a little closer…”
The next day the Prince returned.
“It would have been better to return at the same time,” the fox said. “For instance, if you come at four in the afternoon, I will begin to be happy at three. The closer it gets to four, the happier I’ll feel. By four I will be excited and worried; I will discover what it costs to be happy! But if you come at just any time, I will never know when I should prepare my heart…there must be rites.”
“What’s a rite?” asked the Little Prince.
“It is another thing too often neglected,” said the fox. “It is what makes one day different from other days, one hour different from other hours.”
So the little Prince tamed the fox.

-The Little Prince

And my favorite line from this book, in the language it was written in….

“On ne voit bien qu’avec le cœur…. L’essentiel est invisible pour les yeux.”





2 Comments Add yours

  1. Lance says:

    Thanks for the story! Brightened my day 🙂

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