Where does the time go? I’m not talking about the centuries that whizzed by since my youth. I’m talking about the time that disappears in a blink when I focus on something.
I will be getting ready in the morning, or writing, or teaching myself mathematics. I will look at the clock. A few minutes later I’ll look at the clock again and an hour has passed! Where did the hour go? It only seemed as if a few minutes had passed. Sometimes I don’t have to do anything except sit and stare. And then several hours are gone.
This missing time is happening a lot more now than before. Am I so focused on whatever I am doing that I am in the Eternal Moment? Or am I the victim of time bandits?