Grew up in a small town, and after traveling, I've officially decided that a big city is the only place to be. You know, with revolving doors, late-night cabs, street vendors, all that good stuff.
From LA to Beijing to New York, and back to LA again. Where to?
From The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint Exupéry
“The stars are beautiful, because of a flower that cannot be seen.”
I replied, “Yes, that is so.” And, without saying anything more, I looked across the ridges of sand that were stretched out before us in the moonlight.
“The desert is beautiful,” the little prince added.
And that was true. I have always loved the desert. One sits down on a desert sand dune, sees nothing, hears nothing. Yet through the silence something throbs, and gleams…
“What makes the desert beautiful,” said the little prince, “is that somewhere it hides a well…”
I was astonished by a sudden understanding of that mysterious radiation of the sands. When I was a little boy I lived in an old house, and legend told us that a treasure was buried there. To be sure, no one had ever known how to find it; perhaps no one had ever even looked for it. But it cast an enchantment over that house. My home was hiding a secret in the depths of its heart…
“Yes,” I said to the little prince. “The house, the stars, the desert; what gives them their beauty is something that is invisible!”
“I am glad,” he said, “that you agree with my fox.”
