Still at it, I see.
Like a small boy fascinated by seeing pebbles dropped into a pond, who thinks that by this action he is having a very wide influence. The ripples spread unto the very limits of the pond, and even reflect back and create interesting patterns of interference.
But at the end of the day, the pond and its stillness remain, and nothing has really changed except the growing pile of unseen pebbles at the bottom of the pond.
I am fascinated by AIDS (it used to be called GRIDS).