There’s no point in trying to revive, in complaining about, or in even trying to Touch the past; it’s dead, it's been turnt to gold, and buried.

God is a gunner of the present, when it becomes past: every time the present becomes past, He kills it, so that even Trying to fuck with it is pointless. 

God also has the Midas touch: He touches the present when it becomes past, and, at that moment, it’s turnt to gold.

Finally, God is the perfect coffin-sealer on and the perfect undertaker of the present when it becomes past: when the present becomes past, He seals it in the perfect coffin, and perfectly buries it where no one can reach it.

So there’s no point in trying to revive, in complaining about, or in even trying to Touch the past; it’s dead, it's been turnt to gold, and buried.