The Little Prince

has been reread. I loved the same parts of the book that I had loved all the previous times that I read it. It touches one deep within, I feel. I am touched as ever by the uniqueness of the flower in the little prince's life, and the story of the fox and his taming - and the color of the wheat fields golden like the little prince's hair. But must one allow oneself to be sad at the going away of a loved one thus? Perhaps it is okay...

The secret that the fox shares with the prince still gives me something to think about - it is only with the heart that one can see; what is essential is invisible to the eye. How true.