The progeny, giving no consent to its creation, must nonetheless carry the burdens that are the consequence of its life, alone. Those burdens are multitudinous and overwhelm any supposed merit that life presents.
From innumerable physical maladies to the inexhaustible variety of emotional trauma; from the constant demands of the mundane -showering, shopping, cooking, cleaning, brushing teeth, commuting- to the necessity of voiding human waste; people are beholden to the whims of fate and the time lines of obligation.
When two thirds of our experience is spent in sleep and labor, and the bulk of the remainder is occupied by minutia, very little of our lives can even be said to be our own.
It is only through contemptible recklessness, or vile selfishness that a person becomes impregnated.
I see a line of cars and they're all painted black
With flowers and my love, both never to come back
I see people turn their heads and quickly look away
Like a newborn baby it just happens ev'ryday -Mick Jagger and Keith Richards