Moment

What am I going to write about today? Lack of revelations... revelations stored in my head momentarily forgotten. Experiments with light and life that reach no end except for that it is done. It is done and now it can never be done again. Ever. Once a moment happens, it is done and the moment is over the moment it happens and can never be recreated. If anything could ever happen twice, what would be the point of the 'time' concept we fabricated? Isn't the point of time to tell the difference between a moment and another and to mark that something happens and never happens at any other 'time' than then? 

That sounds about right if anything else is right in this world. Thank you for taking this fictionalized and conceptual moment to read my babbling.