“No,” I stutter to myself with conviction as I am browsing through my book about yoga, most likely the very last selection from my Residua, “nothing is sacred.”

Addendum (August 29, 2018)

Nothing is sacred? What is meant by “nothing” in this haiku, though? How about a bit more precision here? How about the truth and nothing but the truth? And here are the most popular synonyms of this vaunted word: holy, blessed, consecrated, hallowed, revered, sanctified, and sacrosanct. There are many more, it goes without saying, but this list is sufficient for my present purposes. Now, the human species is not sacred, not to mention its achievements. Life itself is not sacred, no matter where its origin or destination may be. Planet earth and the solar system are not sacred. Not even the entire universe is sacred. This covers pretty much everything, I reckon. As far as precision is concerned, I cannot imagine getting ever more precise, either. Phew!