I lost a very dear friend, Shirley, to cancer in 2015.
When we first became friends, back in 2001, she had given me this book to read. A few months later, she gave me another book, "Tuesdays With Morrie".
In hindsight I didn't think much about those two books and their significance to our friendship and what was to come.
Both books have the theme of a person, learning about life through a close friend who passes in the end. It's a little eerie that the books she gave me so long ago were in a sense, a premonition of our friendship and her passing.
I haven't touched either book since Shirley passed away, until now. I decided to re-read The Little Prince.
It's a beautifully written and illustrated book, though it's so crazy that it almost seems like the author wrote it while on drugs, in the same way that the Beatles wrote Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds on LSD.
But underneath the weirdness is a lot of philosophy, with the primary theme being that adults lose sight of what is important. "What is essential is invisible to the eye".
Thought the story spans the brief relationship between the author and the Little Prince, the story revolves around the Little Prince's love of his flower, and the journey he takes in the realization of this love and the ephermal quality of his flower.
There are lots of things to ponder in reading this book, and I can (and will) read it over and over.
It's one of my favorite books of all time, given to me by a very special person that will be dear to my heart forever.
The author will forever look up to the stars and see them all laughing and he will smile. I'll forever look to the stars and remember Shirley, and I'll smile too.
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