Today we move the clocks forward and collectively “lose” an hour. It’s fascinating how strongly we react to it. One hour feels like something has been taken from us. We talk about it, complain about it, and notice its absence. Yet there is a quiet irony in all of this. Time is the one thing we possess the least of, and yet it may be the thing we waste the most. Our time here is finite. None of us truly knows when our omega—the end of our chapter—will arrive. In some ways that

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