Queequeg was a native of Kokovoko, an island far away to the West and South. It is not down in any map; true places never are. - Herman Melville

Where lies the final harbor, whence we unmoor no more?

In the serene weather of the tropics it is exceedingly pleasant — the mast-head; nay, to a dreamy meditative man it is delightful. There you stand, a hundred feet above the silent decks, striding along the deep, as if the masts were gigantic stilts, while beneath you and between your legs, as it were, swim the hugest monsters of the sea, even as ships once sailed between the boots of the famous Colossus at old Rhodes.

Madman! Look through my eyes if thou hast none of thine own.