Whatever may be said to come to pass could not have happened once, if its iterability is what will have permitted each word thereof to pass for such a one. The very terms for speaking of an occurrence would thus seem to be the impasse that renders each a fiction of no moment, in all senses of that phrase. But this often-cited feature of language could neither be affirmed nor denied once and for all, since either alternative would pretend to address as an established fact that which troubles every establishment. Rather, it is what each time solicits yet another attempt to retrace the turns and detours of those writings that are emphatically marked by the errancy, anachronism, and forgetfulness that recurrence and iterability entail. It is in such an attempt that this article offers commentaries upon several passages from the oeuvres of Friedrich Nietzsche, Maurice Blanchot, and Robert Musil that articulate what could be called the moment of no moment, and that thereby expose the untimely intersections that may come to pass through writing.