On January 6, 2018 I spent the entire day failing to recognize the only Phi Day of this century, and the only one that will occur in our lifetime.

I will be haunted forever by a faint regret over this negligence.

From this year forward, on every January 6th, I will commemorate my obliviousness and renew and intensify my faint sadness at missing something so momentous.

And this sadness will misdirect my attention from other, equally momentous occurrences, which happen every instant of every day.

For example, I’m sure I missed the the exact golden ratio point between my birth and death, too — maybe both of them.

38.196601125% of my life probably passed a long time ago. If it is passing right now, I’ll live to 149, and die on September 17, 2118.

61.803398874% might have come and gone as well. If it is passing right now, God willing, I’ll die March 6, 2061, having lived to 92 years old.

I may have to consummate this sad awareness by letterpress printing Phi posters.

I will sell approximately zero of them at the price I will demand.