The idea that I should dedicate myself to the service of others has been with me for more than a decade (“The Idea of Service,” August 17, 2001). I have failed to sharpen it over the years, though. Until today, it has remained vague to the point of discomfort. Still, the idea has kept returning to me with puzzling persistence. Service, service, service… As I was shaving this morning, it came to me once again. And I had the answer ready at hand. To my amazement, Yogani’s words from yesterday evening did the trick (“Yogani’s Preface to My Residua,” September 6, 2012). Of course, I should keep writing about my journey. I should do my best not to miss a beat. Shared as it is on the World Wide Web, my research could be of service to others. Bingo! In retrospect, this has been rather obvious to me for years, but I have never spelled it out in so many words. The bliss.