... he is the pastor, the shepherd of the sheep. To him the doorkeeper opens, and the sheep hear his voice. His sheep to him, he calls them each by name (Jn 10 2,3)
I thought about the little prince and the fox.
I thought about the little prince and the fox.
Come play with me, "proposed the little prince. I'm so sad ...
I can not play with you , "said the fox. I am not tamed.
Ah! forgiveness, "said the little prince.
But upon reflection, he added:
What does "tame"?
You're not here , said the fox, that you looking for?
I looking for men, "said the little prince. What does "tame"?
Men , said the fox, they are guns and they hunt. It is very disturbing. They also raise chickens. It is their sole interest. Are you looking for chickens?
No, "said the little prince. I'm looking for friends. What does "tame"?
is a too often neglected, said the fox. It means creating links ...
establish ties?
course said the fox. You're not even for me a little boy just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I do not need you. And you do not need me either. I'm for you than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, we shall need each other. You'll be unique for me. I'm for you unique ...
I begin to understand, "said the little prince. There is a flower ... I think she tamed me ...
is possible said the fox. We see on Earth all kinds of things ...
Oh! This is not on earth, "said the little prince
The fox seemed very intrigued
On another planet?
Yes.
there hunters on this planet - there?
No.
That's interesting! And chickens?
No.
Nothing is perfect, sighed the fox.
But he came back to his idea
My life is monotonous. I hunt chickens, men hunt me. All are alike, and all men are alike. I am a little bored. But if you tame me, my life will be sunny. I know the sound of footsteps that will be unlike any other. Other steps send me hurrying back underneath the ground. Yours will call me out of my burrow like music. And look! You see there, the wheat fields? I do not eat bread. Wheat for me is useless. Fields of wheat does remind me of anything. And that is sad! But you have hair the color of gold. So it will be wonderful when you have tamed me! The wheat is golden, will remind me of you. And I love the sound Wind in the wheat ...
The fox gazed at the little prince long:
If you like ... tame me , he said.
I can not play with you , "said the fox. I am not tamed.
Ah! forgiveness, "said the little prince.
But upon reflection, he added:
What does "tame"?
You're not here , said the fox, that you looking for?
I looking for men, "said the little prince. What does "tame"?
Men , said the fox, they are guns and they hunt. It is very disturbing. They also raise chickens. It is their sole interest. Are you looking for chickens?
No, "said the little prince. I'm looking for friends. What does "tame"?
is a too often neglected, said the fox. It means creating links ...
establish ties?
course said the fox. You're not even for me a little boy just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I do not need you. And you do not need me either. I'm for you than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, we shall need each other. You'll be unique for me. I'm for you unique ...
I begin to understand, "said the little prince. There is a flower ... I think she tamed me ...
is possible said the fox. We see on Earth all kinds of things ...
Oh! This is not on earth, "said the little prince
The fox seemed very intrigued
On another planet?
Yes.
there hunters on this planet - there?
No.
That's interesting! And chickens?
No.
Nothing is perfect, sighed the fox.
But he came back to his idea
My life is monotonous. I hunt chickens, men hunt me. All are alike, and all men are alike. I am a little bored. But if you tame me, my life will be sunny. I know the sound of footsteps that will be unlike any other. Other steps send me hurrying back underneath the ground. Yours will call me out of my burrow like music. And look! You see there, the wheat fields? I do not eat bread. Wheat for me is useless. Fields of wheat does remind me of anything. And that is sad! But you have hair the color of gold. So it will be wonderful when you have tamed me! The wheat is golden, will remind me of you. And I love the sound Wind in the wheat ...
The fox gazed at the little prince long:
If you like ... tame me , he said.
So what are we looking for, be tamed or freedom? However, we can choose only one without the other? this is the paradox, the paradox of faith, the paradox of love .
Freedom does not lie in loneliness, it flourishes in the Communion, it is lost in denial.
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