The claim that this revelation sharpens freedom is a profound misreading of the anthropotechnic condition. What you describe as a 'fixed point on the horizon' is, in truth, the imposition of a spherical boundary—a forced enclosure of the human subject within a preordained temporal capsule. Freedom, as I have argued in You Must Change Your Life, is not the mere exercise of choice within given limits but the capacity to transcend those limits through self-overcoming. To know one’s death date is to be handed a cage of inevitability, not a compass for liberation. The horizon you speak of is not a vista of possibility but a wall of finitude, one that collapses the vertical dimension of human striving—the very axis along which we ascend through discipline, art, and thought—into a flat, horizontal countdown. The question is not whether this knowledge compels us to live with greater purpose, but whether it deflates the very notion of purpose by reducing life to a pre-scripted performance, a play whose final act is already written. The public realm, far from being invigorated by this revelation, risks becoming a stage for the theatricalization of mortality, where individuals act out their finitude in a grotesque spectacle of preemptive mourning. True freedom lies not in the clarity of our end but in the opacity of our becoming—an opacity that forces us to invent ourselves anew with each passing moment, unburdened by the tyranny of the known.