The conception and birth of children are the moments in which we really

identify ourselves with the matrix, and this is perhaps the reason why having

children raises so many issues in our society where we have the means to avoid

conception or to legally terminate the pregnancy. The recurrent reflection on the

fact that children are noisy, annoying and expensive, that they give no satisfaction

and that it is wiser not to have any, while having a certain root in reality,

shows especially the doubts and reticence to embark on a much more complex

phase of our life, where we must change our role and become ourselves the matrix,

the one that welcomes the intruder. We therefore accept the solitude of the

container which has only the void behind itself, that is to say, basically, nothing

but death.

With this decision we consent to an act that, fantasmatically, triggers for us

too the tragic (in the Nietzschean sense, that is crudely realistic) cycle leading to

our end. In reality this happens anyway and well beyond our will and actions,

with or without children, but somehow we often cherish the illusion that if we

do not trigger this mechanism, our time will remain suspended... In any case

time passes, and we arrive at the dreaded and longed for moment, where we

leave the arena of the so-called active life and start to reduce our activity, from

one day to another for those employed or perhaps more gradually in the case of

the liberal professions.

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