ON a recent weeknight, Flynn Michael walked through his Jedi academy, a dimly lighted room not in some galaxy far, far away, but rather in a rehearsal space overlooking a death star of traffic on Eighth Avenue in Midtown Manhattan.
“What time is it?” Flynn yelled to the paired-off warriors wielding illuminated swords.
“Now!” responded these aspiring Jedi knights with nary a break in their battles.
“See?” Flynn said. “They’re in the moment.”