Slowly but surely, the title of my magnum opus has insinuated itself into everything I am writing. As such, every residuum and all the residua I have ever written are becoming emblematic of my endeavor. By and by, everything I touch is becoming residual and it asserts itself residually. Abundantly clear by themselves, and yet difficult if not impossible to fathom in combination, my pieces of writing are becoming a symbol of endurance and survival. Ground into fine dust, they are nigh impossible to brush off. In the end, I reminded myself that a new verb was indeed needed to add both gist and punch to my writings: residualizing (“Residualizing,” September 17, 2014). That is, driving every thought, as well as every piece of writing that manages to capture it, into an inevitably residual endeavor. Making everything residual, in other words. For better or worse, titles do have a life of their own! They assert themselves come what may. After four decades of relentless striving, residualizing is my just reward. A new verb to relish for as long as I live.