When will it end?

I feel rather like a teenage stalin in seminary school, flipping through orgin of species and realizing that it's all a lie. Everything has been predicated upon the continued survival of infants. We would not exist if we did not have an irrational interest in the matter. It is this way because all other ways have died out. Perhaps I am a throwback, a rare combination or degeneration of the genes, but I feel no compulsion to reproduce. I confuse those that do. The world belongs to them. It is good to fade away. Despite my fear, there is no malice behind it. I give you all my blessing. Have as many children as there are stars in the sky. I am dying and you are being born but neither of us are responsible for the way things are.