Scott Graham
A charming fable ending with Schrödinger's rose, which has both been eaten and not eaten by the Little Prince’s sheep. The tale has been made all the more charming by the passing of the years since it was written; all of the meaningless (perhaps more appropriately described as feckless) activities being performed by the people he encounters are even more meaningless or feckless now, as the 2 billion inhabitants of Earth at the time have multiplied into 8 and a quarter billion people at the time this review was written, each performing their own meaningless or feckless task of lighting lamps, making maps, getting drunk, being vain or ruling over nothing but the things of your imagination. On Earth, it was the animals that taught him the meaning of his flower and the duty you owe to the things you tame, be it a rose or a fox, or another person, making him homesick enough to embrace death to return. Both sad and hopeful at the same time.
A charming fable ending with Schrödinger's rose, which has both been eaten and not eaten by the Little Prince’s sheep. The tale has been made all the more charming by the passing of the years since it was written; all of the meaningless (perhaps more appropriately described as feckless) activities being performed by the people he encounters are even more meaningless or feckless now, as the 2 billion inhabitants of Earth at the time have multiplied into 8 and a quarter billion people at the time this review was written, each performing their own meaningless or feckless task of lighting lamps, making maps, getting drunk, being vain or ruling over nothing but the things of your imagination. On Earth, it was the animals that taught him the meaning of his flower and the duty you owe to the things you tame, be it a rose or a fox, or another person, making him homesick enough to embrace death to return. Both sad and hopeful at the same time.