I've been watching videos of animals being eaten alive, for the science and some sort of sadistic pleasure from it. Now I think about it, a deer being eaten by a pack of hyenas, or a poor zebra being torn apart, ALIVE. Screaming in pain, hopelessly being shamefully eaten alive by the vicious hynea. This zebra, suffers very much. His guts were laying outside, standing up to the hyenas. When his heart (?) Finally fell from his body, he died.
Now that gets me thinking. Life is a cruel process of pointless suffering.
Pretend you're some zebra, you were born, forced to compete with the males in order to mate (for a short pleasure). You get torn apart bleeding big just to mate. That's good, one day, you walk around, a pack of lions come over you, torning you apart when you have no hope to escape at all, nothing you can do beside enduring the unendurable. Then you turn into grass and to feed on other animals. Your zebra son is born, enduring the same fate again.
So in short, you mated for the pleasure of it, creating a son, who has to ensure the same terrible fate again for hours of pleasure. The instinct to mate is very strong.
How does that apply to humans? Obviously, not much to the first worlders, but it applies to those born in a war zone, mostly Syria. Enduring starvation, war horrors, constant bombing and if luck isn't in your side, torture to death by the ISIS. If I'm from Syria and I have a GF, I would avoid making a baby and would abort the fetus to spare it from a horrible fate.
