“Time is not even, neutral, uniform, independent of man and culture. Time is not regular ticktock time. It varies, comes loaded, heavy or light or tragic or shaking with one or other passion, be that pain or pleasure—each reflecting very human affairs. Beginnings and ends, births and deaths, critical moments of liminality. Big ends, little ends. The shock of the new, the trauma of the old. Some times come unexpected, when we are not looking, and they stun us, perhaps for ever after.  Time is not calendar or the clock, it is the almanac.”1 2015, for some, was a year of intentions…