Marine Le Pen’s goal of destroying the European Union keeps ricocheting through mind since yesterday. Its clarity is mesmerizing, to say the least. Given her growing political success, many people in France are surely with her. And so are quite a few others from the neighboring countries of the Union. They share the same goal. If I were asked to come up with a goal of my own, it would be enlightenment. But I would quickly pull back even from such an exalted goal. Goals are for the birds, to be sure. If I would have to come up with a goal worthy of upholding, it would be the freedom from goals of any sort. Which is why I feel thrice sorry for the upcoming French politician. To begin with, she has come up with a pitiful goal. Indeed, destruction of anything under the sun can hardly be worthy of being a goal in life. Next, she is not yet free from goals one and all, no matter how uplifting. This requires a touch of wisdom, no less. Most important, she has infected so many people across the subcontinent with a goal that cannot but hurt them sooner or later. And I could not care less about the European Union. Goals as such spell nothing but disaster for any human being.