"It's time, Old Captain, lift anchor, sink! The land rots; we shall sail into the night; if now the sky and sea are black as ink our hearts, as you must know, are filled with light. Only when we drink poison are we well -- we want, this fire so burns our brain tissue, to drown in the abyss -- heaven or hell, who cares? Through the unknown, we'll find the new. ("Le Voyage")"