And from upon his highest perch, atop the spire of ivory, did the wise one spake thusly.
"And lo, I am the arbiter, the wise one, who shall tell thee the futility of thy existence, so though may agonize over fulfilling thy biological purpose.
"For I know all details of thee, thy means, thy acumen, and I know the future to foresee that thy venture once undertaken will fail.
"Thou must not have children, for they will all become degenerates and consume the resources of the Earth, and only flowers, grass and trees are allowed to do thusly, for as the All Being of Space and Time, I have appointed myself the great permitter of what is allowed to exist and live, and what isn't.
"Thou must not study, or work, or create anything, for it will fail, and consume resources, and that will be less for I, the wise one. For alas, any task I fail at, none could ever accomplish, for I am perfect.
"So sayeth the wise one, He Who Knows What is Best for All."