Close to his flower, Emotive was. She was sat, attentive, looking at the flower, feeling it, listening to it, touching it, embracing it, kissing it.

- It's my flower! I tamed it!

The little prince was worrying for his rose. He was responsible for it.

Emotive turned around to the little prince, attentive, looking at him, feeling him, listening to him breathing deeply. She took his hand and kissed his nose.

- What...? How dare you...? Your attitude is against all rules! You will not tame me that way! It is necessary to proceed step by step!

- Hello, I heard a lot about you. I do not know you. You're coming back from Earth, right?

- How dare you?

The little prince never gave up a question, once he has asked it.

- On Earth, many people think. They think everything. They think love, they think what they see, what they hear, what they feel, the ones they feel, what they touch, the ones who touch them, the ones they touch...

- But how dare you? the little prince insisted.

- I dare because I am.

- I do not understand!

- Much people on earth believe "I think, therefore I am!". It seems to me that they taught you how to think love, how to think your bonds with others, to put images on life, to put rituals, mysteries.

- You are mistaken. A fox taught me.

- Foxes are malicious.

The little prince did not realize that his look changed, his skin changed, his breath changed, his listening changed. Emotive perceived all that and continued:

- Thinkers are also malicious, without their knowledge. Thinkers are afraid. They are in a trap. Thinkers cannot see their prison, so they create concepts to explain their fears. They create mysteries and complicated relationships to explain why they are afraid to look at another eyes, to touch another skin, to love. They are afraid of the consequences to be and they have made a world of justifications of their fears. Do you understand?

- Nope.

- It is important that you do not understand. If you did understand or think you did, then I wouldn't have anything to teach you and I couldn't teach you anything... You know, thinkers do not listen. Instead, they always seek to understand. And they could do anything to try to understand, to think what they hear so that it matches with their models of thoughts. They need to think in order to be, it is their law: "I think, therefore I am!". If ever they were truly themselves, before thinking, this would be terrible for them. They would escape from their image of themselves. It is unthinkable for them. So they cannot be.

The little prince opened wide his eyes, gripped his lips and scraped his head. Emotive smiled.

- What do you feel?

- Uhh... You are not mean!

Emotive filled the air with a ridiculous laughter. However, she laughed truly with her heart and soul.

The little prince had a very cute burst of laughter. He laughed truly with his heart and soul.



Emotive folded up her fist at her face then opened her arm with grace in front of her, opening her hand generously. The B612 asteroid got filled with flowers, everywhere. Then she questioned the little prince:

- What do you see?

- I see a whole heap of roses, which are not tamed. They are nothing, they are empty. They are not as beautiful as my flower, they do not smell similar. You know, before I used to see with my eyes, now I see with my heart, I see the invisible. In my heart, there is nothing for all those roses, they do not count. My flower has a priceless value, I gave to it lots of my time and I am responsible for it.

- Then, when you look at this flower, you do not see it. You see your own heart. You see yourself. You see what you think of this flower. You put your flag on this flower and you are proud. The time that you spent for it, you did not give it to this flower, you sold it against friendship and positive views of yourself. This flower represents all that you did for it. This flower represents your glory, your kindness, your beauty. This flower represents all that you think good about you. Since you tamed this flower, then you think you did many good things. This flower is your mirror. A mirror where you see only what you want to see about you; your ability to have friends, to be loved, to be someone good. You may be careful, this is what the fox taught you, so that he is not alone anymore with his own fears. The most beautiful poetry can represent the most unthinkable rationalizations. I know a crow that could ensure that to you, and much more.

The little prince wrinkled his eyebrows. He thought of answering to such an amount of insolence, but thinking and doing is different. He did not! Plus, what he had just heard was exactly the content of his heart. He felt this. And he stared at Emotive and her eyes contained an infinite tenderness. The words she pronounced were really tough and yet her gestures and expressions embracing them with such an amount of attention, of softness. It was amazing. It was so obvious that she was not mean.

- Now, perceive each one of these flowers, proposed Emotive.

The little prince crouched, almost stuck his nose to the nearest flower and observed it with concentration.

- What do I have to see? he thought.

The little prince never gave up a question, once he has asked it. So, he started to loop in his head, repeating himself this same question, over and over...

- No, you still think, Emotive interrupted him. Don't be focused, be attentive. One that is focused closes his senses. One that is attentive opens them. Be just yourself and perceive who is the flower. Do not say anything, even in your mind, or let it go. Be with each flower.

For the first time of his life, the little prince gave up his question to the sky. And the whole day, he crawled between the flowers, felt them, touched them. Sometimes he looked at them from top, sometimes lengthened at their side. In order to prolong the day, he moved in the opposite direction of his planet rotation. Then he decided to stop. He watched the colors of the flowers watered with the setting sun light. He stood up, glomped in Emotive's arms and said to her, enthusiasticly:

- All the flowers are wonderful! They are all different! I can fill my heart with the beauty of each one when I look at them and only at the moment I look at them. This one has a petal moreover than the others. This one is clearer, that one darker. And their color is different if the flower is between me and the sun or if I am between the flower and the sun. They do not smell similar and now, it is more than an idea. They really do not smell similar. That one, over there, has a damaged petal and it is cute. This one, here, shows its roots. This other one is timid and remains closed a little. With the setting sun, their odor changes, their color also, their form, their humidity. They do not all answer the same message at the light or at the pressure of my finger. They are so beautiful. At each second, each one gives me something.

Emotive smiled, huged the little prince so tight, for a long time. Put him back to his planet ground, that was not his own anymore, and caressed his face.

The little prince understood and his throat got tied. Some drops of his interior ocean disturbed his sight.

- I am sad, sniffed the little prince.

- Do you know the very source of your sadness?

- I am sad because you're gonna leave now.

- If you think what you feel, what you find is illusory. Your emotions never gives up a question, once they made you feel it. When an emotion comes to you, do not flee towards outside, looks at it with courage, inside, in you. And change! Please, change! Then this emotion will have played its part in your life, it will get its answer in your acts, and will not need to take place in you anymore. Be attentive with your sadness, exactly as you were attentive with the flowers. Use your all human being.

The little prince lowered his eyes, breathed deeply. His throat got untied. Then he dived back his sight to the intensity of Emotive's eyes.

- I am sad, in order not to keep an image of you. I am sad in order to love you, as you really are. I am sad, in order not to tame you, in order to keep you free. I am sad in order to be free. I am sad in order to be able to die at what I have lived, at who I think I am, and just be able, tomorrow, to live it new, again, truly, directly, perhaps with you, perhaps without you.

The little prince searched in his pocket, took out the box, put it on the ground and opened it. The muzzle did not fit, so the sheep was free, and ran away on the planet. The little prince looked at the sheep frisking about around the flowers. He smiled. Then turned to Emotive and said to her:

- In the desert, I found a friend. He is the one that drew me this sheep. He thought of attaching it. I thought it was a curious idea to attach a sheep. It would be a curious idea to get attached, you and me, together, wouldn't it ?

The little prince made a long silence, then projected his clear laughter to the sky and told her:

- I am not sad anymore. I am. I love you. And I would like to ask you one question.

- I'm listening to you.

- Are you a child or a grow up ?

- Neither one, nor the other.

- How is this possible ?

- I am, therefore I can. I am...