By Leslie VonHolten
Someday we’ll call this the Age of Anxiety, and we’ll marvel at it all. We’ll wonder how we ever thought there could or should be an Age of Individualism, and how the turn to community and reciprocity was so panicky and uncomfortable. How so many of us, during a heightened moment, found comfort in remembering our place within the cosmos, or within geological time. Our smallness in relation to all of time — 13.8 billion years, give or take — takes some of the pressure off. Someday we’ll remember how we used to forget that part, our smallness, and we’ll be charmed by our perceptions.