Indeed, Saint-Exupéry wrote this novel for adults rather than youngsters. There is no chapter in the book that does not have teachings; the lessons are conveyed via fairy tales, with words that are not huge but simple, kind, and easy to travel deep into the heart. Readers. The lesson of the king's reasonable instructions in the cloak of blood, the lesson of man's intoxication, vanity, and love of flattery from the "mirror" of the puff-nosed brother. Lessons about people's entrapment in the chains of money and material goods, as well as the meaninglessness of the process of acquiring money. Lessons about those who work hard, conscientiously, obey the rules, and carry out their responsibilities, even if they are not as wealthy as the director who understands how to count money all day and how to make more money but nevertheless adds a lot of value to society.
Above all, the "tamed" relationship between the tiny prince and the fox teaches a lesson about love, about being responsible for that love. That lesson has been applied by the tiny prince himself to his love for his flower - a flower that, while identical to millions of other roses, is always, in the end, a unique flower. Only the prince was present. Then Saint-Exupéry gave his readers the most crucial instruction, the most real advice he could give: look with your heart, not your eyes, for the naked eye cannot perceive the unseen things.
Later, the author's writing style got more emotional and poetic, with passages that made me shudder with the magnificent beauty of literary language:
What moved me so deeply about this sleeping prince was the vision of a beautiful rose in the boy's lap, like a flame that lights a lamp, even while he was asleep...
There's also the scene in which the author and the tiny prince visit the well:
I placed the bucket of water on his lips. He drank while closing his eyes. The atmosphere was as pleasant as a sunny day. That glass of water is also distinct from food and drink. Water was created by traveling beneath the starry sky, the sound of the pulley, and my hands attempting to hold my uncle. As a gift, be gentle to the human heart. When I was a kid, the lights on the Christmas tree, the melody of the midnight recital, and the softness of the smiles lightened up all the presents I got on Christ's birthday.
Yes, what we give to others is essential, but what is more important is how we offer, the heart, the tiny things that crystallize into the present, to form its actual meaning. And that significance is enhanced when it appears that the author and the tiny prince have "tamed" one other, having become friends via a deep love affair. The lovely finale is both charming because of the words written and agonizing because of the separation that does not know when to reconnect. The image is full of fairy hues, beautifully shimmering by five hundred million rattles produced from stars all over the small prince's planet - a present he gave to the author - to get five hundred million. Friendship never forgets. Horribly beautiful and also terribly heartbreaking.
Is the tiny prince dead, or is he still alive and secure next to his rose? Who knows... But every one of us can pick our own conclusion. Personally, I chose to hope, to believe in the light, and to think that someday, if I have the opportunity to visit the Sahara desert, I will meet a youngster with blond hair, smiling, wearing a scarf, and not say, to inform the author that the little prince has returned.