…My limbs are rent because I clasped the clouds as mine. I owe it to the peerless stars which flame in the remotest sky that I see only with spent eyes, remembered suns I knew before. In vain I had at heart to find the center and the end of space. Beneath some burning, unknown gaze I feel my very wings unpinned, and, burned because I beauty loved, I shall not know the highest bliss, and give my name to the abyss which waits to claim me as its own. ~ Charles Baudelaire (Photo by Peter Lindbergh)