Perhaps a new word is needed in our dictionaries, something like “momential”, to describe things that recur moment by moment, the way perennial flowers return year after year. My wife has complete confidence that her Japanese irises will arise and blossom each year, and we can have a similar sense of assurance about the things that start up in our lives second after second. I know for sure, for instance, that a new feeling will unfailingly flow into me each moment. Like the irises, the feeling may seem the same as yesterday’s or last year’s, but there will always be a subtle uniqueness in the feeling of each moment, similar to the slight but lovely differences in each year’s irises. Feelings, you might say, are “momential” because new ones return in their abundance and freshness, like flowers, moment after moment.