From the pure materialistic and “Newtonian” point of view, someday we will die. Forever. Everything of our being. From the capacity to explore our environment, our sky, our universe, to the eternal oblivion and emptiness. This make me think that the purpose of our lives is solely to reproduce and eventually discover something to help the new born children to make this meaningless existence a little more bearable. But if that is the case, isn’t reproduction, in the end, an evil act? How can we live with our conscience knowing that we imposed this kind of ephemeral existence to someone?