O you, who in some pretty boat, Eager to listen, have been following Behind my ship, that singing sails along Turn back to look again upon your own shores; Tempt not the deep, lest unawares, In losing me, you yourselves might be lost. The sea I sail has never yet been passed; Minerva breathes, and pilots me Apollo, And Muses nine point out to me the Bears. You other few who have neck uplifted Betimes to the bread of angels upon Which one lives and does not grow sated, Well may you launch your vessel Upon the deep sea.

I care not where my body may take me as long as my soul is embarked on a meaningful journey.

Because your question searches for deep meaning, I shall explain in simple words

Like the lark that soars in the air, first singing, then silent, content with the last sweetness that satiates it, such seemed to me that image, the imprint of the Eternal Pleasure.

For where the instrument of intelligence is added to brute power and evil will, mankind is powerless in its own defense.

L'amor che move il sole e l'altre stelle (The love that moves the sun and the other stars)

No one thinks of how much blood it costs.