I noticed only this afternoon that I had been commenting on all sorts of things a bit too often as of late. To my taste, I am way too involved in, as it were, world affairs. Do I really care about stockmarkets? Do I really care about the European Union? Do I really care about wars in the making? Indeed, do I really care about global warming? Well, I do not. In fact, I could not care less about any of the above. However, am I commenting night and day on all these things because of sheer boredom? Much more important, am I commenting so much because of my inability to focus on things I really care about? Well, at last I am unto something at this point. Deep down, what do I care about, though? All I care about is enlightenment. Loud and clear. And no kidding about it. Thus, all I care about is yoga, or the path to enlightenment. Yes, all I care about are its eight limbs. Tantra included, of course. If there is anything I need to be commenting about at this stage of my life, it is yoga and nothing but yoga. Or am I only commenting in vain once again?