I used to believe in finality. I still do ... in a sense. I believe in it as a local understanding, for we do experience it. We experience it in all kinds of ways:
Getting a degree at school. The finality of the good life!
I think that local perception is absolutely essential. After all, who wants ANYTHING to last forever, when you think about it. How boring. It also gives us the edge that keeps us on our toes, for embracing our mortality is essential to carpeing the diem.Getting married, the finality of being single. The finality of freedom, ha ha ha.Dying, what would seem to be the ultimate finality.
But, weird as it may seem, I ultimately no longer believe in finality. Time travel ruined me, you see.