It is easy to forget that the contemplative dimension that resides within us is not a given and requires intention and time to be sustained. How we reckon with the time we are given—in milliseconds, hours, and days—may well be the most important thing any of us chooses in an age of continuous flux. In her beautiful essay “Time,” Eva Hoffman beseeches us to consider how “the need for reflection, for making sense of our transient condition, is time’s paradoxical gift to us, and possibly the best consolation.”
