Once or twice a year I go through the directory of my Residua in search of pieces of writing not yet out in the open. The residual residua, as it were. They are marked as such for easy reference. More often than not, they remain unpublished because someone could get hurt by my idle ruminations. As time goes by, I do put some of them on the World Wide Web, but a few of them are bound to remain unpublished by myself. Someone else might do that in my stead. In the fullness of time, they will hurt no-one, anyway. These will be the residual residua for true. As I am growing older, I cannot but wonder about their fate. How many will there remain? Which ones will they be? And what should I do to point them out to those who might inherit my magnum opus? But it is still a bit early for any of this. Or so I hope.

Addendum (March 19, 2016)

I almost chuckled when I read the penultimate sentence of this piece. It is a bit early to worry about the fate of my magnum opus after my death, or so I wrote rather casually five years ago. I am nearly seventy right now, for crying out loud! In short, it is high time to put together a will regarding my literary estate, as well as to come up with a literary executor to manage that estate in line with the will once I am gone. Alas, the will is easy enough to write, as well as to make it official by a lawyer or a notary public, but choosing an executor is an entirely different matter. At the moment, I cannot come up with a single person to whom I would entrust such a formidable task. Once upon a time, I counted with my children, to whom my magnum opus is dedicated, but that was no more than wishful thinking on my part. At any rate, my job is cut out for me. First the will, and then the executor. Residual residua, to be sure.