/lit/ - Literature

I can see no benefit, for the childs sake, to be brought into existence. There is literally nothing wrong with not existing (literally). No biological needs, no desires, no concern about death, harm, suffering, and all the mild irritations and annoyances that characterize our daily lives (think of how much time is spent just on basic maintenance - cooking, cleaning, hygiene, washing clothes, dealing with bills, pissing, shitting, exercising, house maintenance, car maintenance, etc). And don't even get me started on how we are encultured within a meaningless, explotative capitalist society where the sole aim is to zero sum profit off the labour and exploitation of others. Everything we own, use and eat is imbued with global supply chains of sweat and suffering. from the cobalt in your laptop, to the steak dinner you eat - it's layers and layers of exploitation, misery, death and suffering. And for what? All so you can avoid the boredom, ennui, and listlessness that characterizes unstructured and un goal orientated existence. We cannot simply exist, and this is direct proof of the negative value of human life. Sit for hours on end and do nothing. You are pained, your body hurts, you soon feel thirst, hunger, you are bored, your mind is agitated. Constantly seeking some sort of activity or entertainment if not occupied. Until what? Some biological or social need rears it's head, impresses it's suffering upon us and motivates us to act against it. And are we rewarded for our toil? Not really. Mostly we just alleviate our pains, negate our sufferings and approximate the state of the unborn - content, without need. And even the goods in life are ephermal, unsustained, and are lost as soon as we cling to them. We want lasting pleasure and happiness in a life of perpetual flux and change. We wish things would continue as they are, we wish things were other than they are.

I envy the unborn. But to have been born and then to die is to exist in a state of permanent loss.