
The latest reread is Antoine de Saint Exupery's The Little Prince. It's a tiny little book, just a bit over 100 pages; but it is lovely and profound.


It is a fable about a man whose plane goes down in the Sahara a thousand miles from anywhere, and the very special person he meets there.

Incidentally, I once tracked down another of the author's books, Wind, Sand, and Stars, and while not a fable (it was autobiographical), it was also magically well written...the story of an airman and the desert...prose as lovely as any poetry. This author found beauty in everything and everyone; an extraordinary writer and soul who was lost to us in WW2.It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential in invisible to the eye.