Their bounding and their waltz ;
even in our slumber
Curiosity torments us, rolls us about,
Like a cruel Angel who lashes suns.
Singular destiny where the goal moves about,
And being nowhere can be anywhere !
Toward which Man,
whose hope never grows weary,
Is ever running like a madman to find rest!"
(Charles Baudelaire, Les Fleurs du Mal-The Voyage)
(art by Mariusz Lewandowski; tnx Annita)