ICARE, a reiterated myth:

The myth of Ancient Greece
 

It was not easy to escape Crete because Minos' soldiers kept watch on all of his ships and had come to offer a reward for the capture of Daedelus.  So he constructed one pair of wings for himself and one pair for Icarus; the larger feathers were sewn but the smaller feathers were held together with wax. As he placed the wings on Icarus, he said to him while crying: " My son, be careful, do not fly too high because the sun will dissolve the wax, nor too low, because the feathers will become wet from the sea " Then he put his arms in his own wings and flew away. " Follow me, he shouted to him, and do not stray."

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Icarus, rejecting his father's orders, rose and went up towards the sun, very happy to be carried by its large wings. And, when Daedelus returned, he could no longer see Icarus; but below him in the sea, feathers floated on the waves. The heat of the sun had dissolved the wax and Icarus had fallen into the sea and drown.

Robert Graves

Ivan Chabanaud's Thoughts

It is rather by its country, than by interpretation of the spectator that a specific recognition should be sought. Icarie, the country in which  the Baudelairien "Voyage" takes place, evolves into the area of the soul which plunges us into the abyss of re-creation, a place nowhere near the labyrinth, where it is necessary to escape by the flapping of one's wings. There is more than just a simple simulation implicit in this mode of perception,. There is proof of a pendulum between dimensions, where glass replaces air. An old brain learns at its own expense the mystification of meaning.  Icarus as soul-seeker, originating more from this country, is real. Upon take-off, he is no longer human, he is a device. By nature  this apparatus is capable of measuring infinitesimal action. Elsewhere it would be a robot under the control of Cartesian judgment. How does one approach this area where elsewhere it does not have any meaning?  A being emerges out  of this machinery which has released itself from gravity. Universal laws become specialized for this particular circumstance. This voyage goes nowhere except beyond reality. The rules of the game are dictated by length of cable. Communication with a system devoid of life, solitary and waiting for stimulation. The labyrinth has no exit.  Movement towards the sun proposes a loss of one's way in a world of icons. Undoubtedly, images of  consciousness draw their information from the machine. It is in this equipped black space that walking is possible in the labyrinth. A world where dimensional space is not controllable by coordination. A space with computed dimensions. A territory in which no one knows neither the reference points, nor the laws, takes shape. It would be useless to believe that there is an exit. As in any exploration, function must be discovered