The Sabbath, a regular day of rest, had disappeared as a cultural institution from the secular world I lived in. We let it slip from our fingers sometime in the past thirty years or so. Our hurry-up, twenty-four-hour-a-day lives will not allow Sabbaths, or spiritual resting places, and so time seems to fly ever faster, and we constantly feel we have less and less of it. A permanent sense of lost or wasted time seems to haunt us, no matter how successful we are. "If only I had the time" becomes a constant refrain.
— Gary Eberle, Sacred Time and The Search for Meaning