Kairos.. A word  from my small portion of undergraduate Greek, a word I had stored away: meaning not time, but timeliness.  By this the Greeks meant the right or opportune moment for doing, a moment that can’t be scheduled, as it is poised between beginnings and endings.  It does not submit to chronos, which is mere arithmetic: a minute, an hour, a day, a decade, the work of timekeepers. Kairos exists as a potential, a mode of improvisation, of responding to a sudden opening in the fabric of time.  No theory can enable or plan for it.  Abandon the fixed time, wait for the moment to arrive, and then act.  At nineteen I had been struck by this, had decided that this was how I would live my life.  It seemed then to be purely a matter of resolve; instead, it requires inhuman patience.  And faith.  (p.225)