And thus, after a chunk of inactivity, the last entry comes. I do wish that I could say something truly poetic and gorgeous, fitting to serve as a swan song, but alas I do not think that that will be the case(it typically is not with writing done by me; for whatever reason, great endings are elusive). I will say this instead: I will attempt hereafter to be more open to the synchronicity that exists with every one of us--also refered to as the collective unconcious-- and which causes us, whether we are aware of it or no, to mimic mythological stories. Which, as all stories do to some extent or another, to repeat themselves endlessly.

Au revoir, Classical Foundations. I am off to far-away spheres.
*Strauss' Thus Spake Zarusthra begins to play, softly at first, but then rising to a magnificent crescendo*