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And at night you will look up at the stars. Where I live everything is so small that I cannot show you where my star is to be found. It is better, like that. My star will just be one of the stars, for you. And so you will love to watch all the stars in the heavens . . . they will all be your friends. And, besides, I am going to make you a present . . ."

He laughed again.

"Ah, little prince, dear little prince! I love to hear that laughter!"

"That is my present. Just that. It will be as it was when we drank the water . . ."

"What are you trying to say?"

"All men have the stars," he answered, "but they are not the same things for different people. For some, who are travelers, the stars are guides. For others they are no more than little lights in the sky. For others, who are scholars, they are problems. For my businessman they were wealth. But all these stars are silent. You--you alone--will have the stars as no one else has them--"

"What are you trying to say?"

"In one of the stars I shall be living. In one of them I shall be laughing. And so it will be as if all the stars were laughing, when you look at the sky at night . . . You--only you--will have stars that can laugh!"

And he laughed again.

"And when your sorrow is comforted (time soothes all sorrows) you will be content that you have known me. You will always be my friend. You will want to laugh with me. And you will sometimes open your window, so, for that pleasure . . . And your friends will be properly astonished to see you laughing as you look up at the sky! Then you will say to them, 'Yes, the stars always make me laugh!' And they will think you are crazy. It will be a very shabby trick that I shall have played on you . . ."

And he laughed again.

"It will be as if, in place of the stars, I had given you a great number of little bells that knew how to laugh . . ."

Critic2 wrote:Tom, what is this about? has Lizzie suffered a bereavement? all my love to you Lizzie if you are in a bad place.

lizzytysh, in the Auschwitz thread, wrote:I lost three, women friends within a 13-day period, all suddenly and unexpectedly. One was 38, one was 41, and one was 49. The first [Lilly ~ age 41] died December 20, and the other two [Cathleen ~ age 38, and Cherie ~ age 49] died January 2. They were all phenomenal women. I was supposed to get together for dinner and conversation with Lilly on December 22. Instead, I attended her Memorial, and they buried her ashes on December 23. People who have been here a long time may recall my mentioning going to the Coffee Shop [in Melrose ~ called Take Me Places] that I loved so much. Cherie and Cathleen were the owners. We [general community] are trying to keep it open because she [Cherie] created such a legacy with it, with the openness and love they extended to everyone who came there, embracing everyone for who they were, and creating connections between people. All three were phenomenal women, and that's how I felt while they were still alive.