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Jim Morrison was a man who neither wanted nor could agree to compromises, a man who refused them, either in relation to himself or his art. And therein lies his innocence and purity – his simultaneous blessing and curse. Go all the way or die trying. All or nothing. Ecstatic risk. He did not want to create ready-made goods or lower the price of what he wrote, he could not feign despair or simulate ecstasy. He didn't just want to entertain or “work out; he was brilliant and desperate, motivated by a constant need to test the limits of reality", questioning the sacred, exploring the profane. And that's why he was crazy... crazy about creativity, crazy about authenticity. But because of the same traits, he became unstable, dangerous and conflicted with himself. He sought solace and relief in the same elements that initially inspired him and helped him create: opiates.

Jim Morrison's poems reflect the influence of William Blake, Charles Baudelaire, Arthur Rimbaud and Friedrich Nietzsche. Remembered for his theatrical, Dionysian, provocative and even obscene stage performances - there were often more policemen on stage than band members - Morrison looked for inspiration in the work of the French playwright Antonin Artaud and in the shamanism of American Indians. Genuinely interested in mythology, mysticism and symbolism, he read Frazer's The Golden Bough, and the name of the group The Doors, of which he was the singer, was derived from the title of Aldous Huxley's essay, The Doors of Perception. Trying to get through them himself, he did not hesitate to consume huge amounts of alcohol and hallucinogenic drugs, so that in the end he succeeded: he broke through to the "other side" as a twenty-seven-year-old (The gate is straight / Deep and wide / Break on through to the other side...). He was buried in Paris, at the Pere-Lachaise cemetery, and his company includes Marcel Proust, Frederic Chopin, Oscar Wilde, Édith Piaf...