Someday I will forget the Tiny Pyramid

In a club I was watching transfixed a visualization projection on a wall of some convoluted light paterns based in a wireframed 3D landscape, quite a sight to see. Clearly the template had been given to different effects artists to animate the projection of a group of pyramids, however all of them seemed to have overlooked a smaller one towards the left edge of the screen which was affected only by automated effects, and this became the focus of my attention after the rest had gotten old. At this time I thought of the thing I was admiring and how faint and context-dependent it was, that it would become of so little relevance to my memory that it would without a doubt be excised from it eventually. Unsurprising since even entire scenes, even entire movies I enjoyed eventually faded due to neglected access, reduced to mere schematic form - an "idea" of something that was "kind of cool" - suggesting a possible, but unlikely, revisit in the future. I'm not one for rewatching things often. All this makes me question the definite value of cultural edification. Should one simply relish in the experience of being exposed to a work of some kind and take note of the emotions evoked for future reference, though the first suspenseful viewing might be the truly relevant experience, or on the other hand, do something else which as I'm writing I can't find a decent alternative. To delve exhaustingly in some work ignoring others? The current one under scrutiny might prove to be fairly irrelevant by contrast. Perhaps it's a stepping stone into some higher awareness. Any kind of isolationist stance will prove weak in the long run anyway. I guess what I mean is that it's okay if I forget the tiny pyramid. It'll lead me somewhere.