As I browse through so many online newspapers, and all of them are newspapers of renown, I am ever more dismayed with myself. Nay, infuriated. And I feel like yelling at myself: “Nirvana, stupid!” But to no avail. I have no idea what has gotten into me, but I feel like commenting on this and that every single day. And without fail. Although I know that all my comments are in vain, there is no sign yet of giving up on this idle endeavor. Who cares about geopolitics? Who cares about the economic depression? Who cares about climate change? Indeed, who cares about the future of the human race? Well, apparently I do. Very much so, in fact. What is more, I am eager to impart my wisdom on so many in dire need of it. In the meanwhile, I am neglecting yoga. I am losing my bearings on the only path worth treading, and especially in my dotage. Whence the occasional scream that pierces my mind: “Nirvana, stupid!” But a moment later I find myself checking the latest news. What is going on in Ukraine? Will Barack Obama and Vladimir Putin manage to find a common ground? Is Germany finally pulling out of the doldrums? How is the acidity of the oceans progressing? Aargh!