The House, The Stars, The Desert --

It Is Not For Us To Forecast The Future, But To Shape It.

The First Stars Tremble As If Shimmering In Green Water. Hours Must Pass Before Their Glimmer Hardens Into The Frozen Glitter Of Diamonds. I Shall Have A Long Wait Before I Witness The Soundless Frolic Of The Shooting Stars. In The Profound Darkness Of Certain Nights I Have Seen The Sky Streaked With So Many Trailing Sparks That It Seemed To Me A Great Gale Must Be Blowing Through The Outer Heavens.

It's Useful Because It's Beautiful.

And They Heard The Roaring Thunder Of A Third Brilliantly Lighted Express. "are They Pursuing The First Travelers?" Demanded The Little Prince. "they Are Pursuing Nothing At All," Said The Switchman. "they Are Asleep In There, Or If They Are Not Asleep They Are Yawning. Only The Children Are Flattening Their Noses Against The Windowpanes." "only The Children Know What They Are Looking For," Said The Little Prince. "they Waste Their Time Over A Rag Doll And It Becomes Very Important To Them; And If Anybody Takes It Away From Them, They Cry..." "they Are Lucky," The Switchman Said.

True, It Is Evil That A Single Man Should Crush The Herd, But See Not There The Worse Form Of Slavery, Which Is When The Herd Crushes Out The Man.