Wow...Not a very good perspective for someone who has to fly soon. Anyway, let's say the title wants to be metaphorical, first of all.

Now, after the proper rite of touching wood, we can even read or write about "catastrophes" in order to reflect on them in relation with habits (wrong ones) and the possibility of radically changing one's own life. The fact is that I was jus reading this article and wanted to share it with you. Ready?

" Your plane plunges to the earth with a terrifying crash . But somehow, miracolously, you escape the flaming wreckage. In your state of shock, profoundly grateful to be alive, you promise to make changes. You'll quit cigarettes. Spend more time with your family. Devote the rest of your life to securing world peace. A short time later, you find yourself living pretty much the same way you always had. Even a life-altering trauma is not always enough to prompt lasting changes in people's lives. (...) As neuroscientists have discovered , old habits become physically embedded in people's brains, as synapses lock into near - permanent neural pathways. "...

I really can't believe that, can't agree with this idea of human (in)capability of improving themselves. What do you think? What about religious conversions, then ? What about people who simply ( not always that simple!) give up smoking, or lose weight , face a divorce? I mean, those who successfully overcome obstacles or get through their difficult times?

I remember an aviator who learnt a lot after his plane crashed onto the Sahara desert. He learnt a lot and taught a lot to us all. Do you remember him?

"So I lived my life alone, without anyone that I could really talk to, until I had an accident with my plane in the Desert of Sahara, six years ago. Something was broken in my engine. And as I had with me neither a mechanic nor any passengers, I set myself to attempt the difficult repairs all alone. It was a question of life or death for me: I had scarcely enough drinking water to last a week.
The first night, then, I went to sleep on the sand, a thousand miles from any human habitation. I was more isolated than a shipwrecked sailor on a raft in the middle of the ocean. Thus you can imagine my amazement, at sunrise, when I was awakened by an odd little voice.
It said: "If you please, draw me a sheep!"

And that is how I made the acquaintance of the little prince."

These words are part of the opening of "THE LITTLE PRINCE " by Antoine De Saint-Exupery (1943).

It is an extraordinary book from which every child and every adult can learn much. It is the parable of a man who comes back, after risking his life in a plane crash and after living a wonderful experience in the Sahara desert, completely changed thanks to his meeting with the little prince...

The following excerpt is my favourite ... What do you think about it ?

THE FOX AND THE LITTLE PRINCE ( from chapter 21)

Nothing is perfect," sighed the fox. But he came back to his idea. "My life is very monotonous," the fox said. "I hunt chickens; men hunt me. All the chickens are just alike, and all the men are just alike. And, in consequence, I am a little bored. But if you tame me, it will be as if the sun came to shine on my life . I shall know the sound of a step that will be different from all the others. Other steps send me hurrying back underneath the ground. Yours will call me, like music, out of my burrow. And then look: you see the grain-fields down yonder? I do not eat bread. Wheat is of no use to me. The wheat fields have nothing to say to me. And that is sad. But you have hair that is the colour of gold. Think how wonderful that will be when you have tamed me! The grain, which is also golden, will bring me back the thought of you. And I shall love to listen to the wind in the wheat..." The fox gazed at the little prince, for a long time. "Please, tame me!" he said.
"I want to, very much," the little prince replied. "But I have not much time. I have friends to discover, and a great many things to understand."
"One only understands the things that one tames," said the fox. "Men have no more time to understand anything. They buy things all ready made at the shops. But there is no shop anywhere where one can buy friendship, and so men have no friends any more. If you want a friend, tame me..."
"What must I do, to tame you?" asked the little prince.
"You must be very patient," replied the fox. "First you will sit down at a little distance from me, like that, in the grass. I shall look at you out of the corner of my eye, and you will say nothing. Words are the source of misunderstandings. But you will sit a little closer to me, every day..."
The next day the little prince came back.
"It would have been better to come back at the same hour," said the fox. "If, for example, you come at four o'clock in the afternoon, then at three o'clock I shall begin to be happy. I shall feel happier and happier as the hour advances. At four o'clock, I shall already be worrying and jumping about. I shall show you how happy I am! But if you come at just any time, I shall never know at what hour my heart is to be ready to greet you... One must observe the proper rites..."
"What is a rite?" asked the little prince.
"Those also are actions too often neglected," said the fox. "They are what make one day different from other days, one hour from other hours. There is a rite, for example, among my hunters. Every Thursday they dance with the village girls. So Thursday is a wonderful day for me! I can take a walk as far as the vineyards. But if the hunters danced at just any time, every day would be like every other day, and I should never have any vacation at all."
So the little prince tamed the fox. And when the hour of his departure drew near...
"Ah," said the fox, "I shall cry."
"It is your own fault," said the little prince. "I never wished you any sort of harm; but you wanted me to tame you..."
"Yes, that is so," said the fox.
"But now you are going to cry!" said the little prince.
"Yes, that is so," said the fox.
"Then it has done you no good at all!"
"It has done me good," said the fox, "because of the color of the wheat fields." And then he added: "Go and look again at the roses. You will understand now that yours is unique in all the world. Then come back to say goodbye to me, and I will make you a present of a secret."
The little prince went away, to look again at the roses. "You are not at all like my rose," he said. "As yet you are nothing. No one has tamed you, and you have tamed no one. You are like my fox when I first knew him. He was only a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But I have made him my friend, and now he is unique in all the world." And the roses were very much embarrassed. "You are beautiful, but you are empty," he went on. "One could not die for you. To be sure, an ordinary passerby would think that my rose looked just like you, the rose that belongs to me. But in herself alone she is more important than all the hundreds of you other roses: because it is she that I have watered; because it is she that I have put under the glass globe; because it is she that I have sheltered behind the screen; because it is for her that I have killed the caterpillars (except the two or three that we saved to become butterflies); because it is she that I have listened to, when she grumbled, or boasted, or even sometimes when she said nothing. Because she is my rose.

And he went back to meet the fox. "Goodbye," he said.
"Goodbye," said the fox. "And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye."
"What is essential is invisible to the eye," the little prince repeated, so that he would be sure to remember.
"It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important."
"It is the time I have wasted for my rose..." said the little prince, so that he would be sure to remember.
"Men have forgotten this truth," said the fox. "But you must not forget it. You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed. You are responsible for your rose..."
"I am responsible for my rose," the little prince repeated, so that he would be sure to remember.

It's time to take off again and ..fly high!


Mo said...

As long as it's not like the Italian pilots who chose to pray rather than crash land the plane using their skill.


Well, Mo, a popular saying states that Italy is a country of poets (not the case of those pilots), explorers (either) and saints (might be!):they prayed God expecting a miracle!!!
But ...sob...I AM ITALIAN! :(

Anda Alexandra said...

I do think that is the best quote from the entire book... I do love how they define friendship and love :)