Here is the life of fools, as observed in this world, one builds a nave on the hill, the other seeks the alchemy of bodies and the last one wants to be a celestial captain. For all those, compères de l'imaginaire, the metatrou is waiting for them. You stumble and soon you fall into the vile maze of losing your mind.
Seek the philosopher's stone, observe men, look at the earth, at the galleries dug under this world, think that this stone is more skillfully found in the flesh, in this forest where men live upside down and in the veins of the rock, in them is stone of madness, those of the company of the ship this to the roof of the world.
When the law has no more reserves, to what salvation can we turn? What is this place outside the nation that can please God and be accepted by men? And of all possible things, at what price is such an agreement and strange merchandise bought? And yet, in a place as remote and lost as this, what is the right place to be?