Poverty is a choice, irrelevance is allbut guaranteed. The dragons’ impenetrable fortresses are nearing completion, though they remain pleasantly surprised at their prospects of more perfect control over their destinies than even their most adept forefathers had ever yet captured. Will must henceforth be paid for in the most precious of tokens (faith, peace, hope, sanity, pride, dignity, rage, flesh). We will grow and adapt to survive even as it pushes us to unraveling. Any minute contributions, no matter how unrecognized or delayed in fruition, have all culminated to this moment, and this process of incalculable chaotic combinations, interactions, and exchanges unfolding never stops, even as our minds, bodies, and spirits need periodic rest for rest, regrowth, reflection. Remember to stay saucy.