So far, every selection from my Residua felt complete at some point. As if by miracle, I knew it was finished and done with. From that moment on, I would not even dream about adding to it or subtracting from it even a single piece of writing. It is different this time, though. Quite different. Climate change is still a mystery to us all. The upcoming glaciation is but a premonition based on science, which totters forever on its flimsy legs. In short, the completion of this selection on what is to be done about climate change is accompanied with a dash of unease. Nay, worry. But this will not stop me from completing my selection. Deep down, I feel confident in my prophecy, if that is what it is. Posthistory, here we come! And we are grinning from ear to ear, for few joys can ever beat homecoming. Odysseus is my witness.