Over at least a decade, I have collected a pile of books about yoga and related practices, all of which hark back to the prehistoric shamans. Many of the books are by noted teachers of yoga, some of them long dead, whose names are well known around the world. They all come from a large number of established traditions, and they all offer a personal touch of their own. But the first teacher I have decided to follow is anonymous. Teaching under an innocuous pseudonym, Yogani, he or she prefers to remain out of the limelight (“The Experiment,” June 27, 2007). The books that appear under this name are eclectic but highly specific, as is only appropriate when one is embarking on a regular yoga practice. The pseudonym may harbor a couple, or perhaps a larger group of teachers, but the anonymity was quite crucial for me. It made me take the leap of faith without which yoga remains but an idle diversion. And I am forever grateful for it.