The day the world lost its last universal genius*: Leibniz.

I know, I know. “Claudia loves Leibniz.” You all know this.

But why?
Actually, I don’t really know. I know it sounds crazy and weird, but I feel like I have some sort of innate, subconscious, time-transcending connection with the dude, you know? It’s like the stuff I read about him and his philosophy are things I already know on some level and can identify with in some strange manner.
I mean, am I nutso?** Does anyone else have someone (who lived long ago or is living now) with whom they feel like they have this weird connection, even though you’ve never personally met? Or am I just a creepy stalker born a couple centuries too late?

Anyway. Either way.

Today I shall MOURN because SOMEBODY NEEDS TO, DAMMIT!

This essay’s got me all fired up. I’mma go write some more.
TO THE BATMOBILE! UI LIBRARY COMPUTER LAB!

*Several sources peg him as such, it’s not just me being  a fangirl
**Don’t answer that