"Es-tu apprivoisés, la renarde?" said the little prince. Many worlds has he visited, many lands his two feet has imprinted on. Yet, this fox, amongst many other foxes, had taught him somethings that yet, the little prince has never been taught.
In a universe of many worlds, with many things and many people, verily it easy for small things to be overlooked. Lest, the entire cosmos be overlooked for something grandiose, something unique to everybody. Lest, everybody forgets.
"Es-tu apprivoisés, la renarde?" said the little prince. The fox is lonely, terribly, and yearned to be tamed. The fox said to look with the heart instead of the eyes, and to realize that all in the universe is real, and important. In a universe of many worlds, with many things and many people, verily it easy for everything to become loved.
The little prince carries with him a burning rose, and he had realized that the rose is not like any other rose. To any others, it is just a rose, but to the prince, it means something dearly. C'est la vie, to love and be loved.
"Es-tu apprivoisés, la renarde?" said the little prince. He had sprinted through entire planets just to meet the fox again, but gone is she. Te fox had departed wisdom and the little prince had already left when the fox realized she was tamed by the prince.
Fleeting, is everything. The fox had asked herself, over and over again, the question that the little prince had talked to her. The prince had came back for her, but it was too late. She had no owner, no leash at the end of her collar, and her boundless love had no one to mold it. Thus, is she just like any other fox?
"Suis-je apprivoisé?"