My first inclination, in fact my strong desire, when he asks me what time it is, is not to consult my watch, but to say that we live in an age of unprecedented uncertainty, an era of division and incivility, and days fraught with risk that each might be the last.
I know he wants to know the hour and the minute, but if he is late, the moment wasted in knowing just how much so merely adds marginally to the problem.
And if the question lacks that import to him, then time is no more than a human construct, malleable despite our demand of rigidity, and subject to the whims of Popes and politicians, and all the rest of nature can only marvel at our absurdity.
Enter slowly, calmly, and we dare say enter at your own risk for you cannot know what will happen within, nor can we although we have been here countless times before if our memory serves us, which of course it cannot for it, too, is stuck in this very moment with no escape. Do not try and fight it, nor should you think about understanding it for the effort is doomed to failure, and escaping that is one of the reasons you are here, if you look openly at yourself, painful thought that is for each of us always. If you find it, or when, do not try to hold on to it, for it cannot be held, merely welcome it in and when it decides to leave, as it will, bid it a gentle farewell and smile.