Every day, lately, it feels rather like I am scraping the remains of my mind up off the floor and stuffing them back into my head, in any old order, wherein the rabble will form a simulacrum of a brain and, if I am lucky, attempt some rational thought.
Perhaps I could be rewired.
Perhaps I could not.
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps…
I was given an unexpected present on Monday: The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
It is a very beautiful book. The perfect length and structure for a tired brain like mine, and with *deep joy* author illustrations. Thank you to my wise Finnish friend for sharing it with me.
And the story, well it is profound. I need to read it a few times to be certain, but it is about the human condition and the nature of friendship and love; this being partly related through the Little Prince’s taming of a fox and care for a rather difficult rose with four thorns – her only defence against the world.
I suggest the best thing to do would be to read the book, but in the meantime I will share the fox’s secret with you.
He tells the Little Prince: It is only with one’s heart that one can see clearly. What is essential is invisible to the eye.