There’s an old sci-fi story about a guy who invents a time machine and finds himself lost in a chaos of disconnected events. That eternity is a kaleidoscope of random conjunctions, and what we perceive as each new millisecond is merely when the universe flickers into a pattern that resembles something it was before.
Which is to say, if I’ve promised you something, however small, and haven’t yet delivered, please feel free remind me. (I owe you a fanged smiley doubledice, David Annandale.)