I am convinced some wise man (or woman) somewhere has probably already written a very profound phrase regarding the inconsistency of the passage of time. Sometimes it rushes like river rapids, smashing you about and battering you with all the needs and requirements of your life. Similarly, it can proceed at a leisurely pace, the equivalent of cruising down a sluggish serpentine stream with no cares impeding your sunny tour. Also, it is famously bandied about that a person can be in the difficult...