Elon Musk is one of those guys that says things and has me sitting up and saying, “yes, Yes, YES!” But then he says other things and I’m like:
So, Elon has talked a lot about the fact that we’re not having enough babies. I totally agree.
So, to combat that Musk is having multiple children with different women, emphasizing his belief in the need for intelligent people to procreate.
Now, he’s procreated with a woman named Shivon Zilis, a senior executive at Neuralink Corp. — a company Musk helped to establish.
Yahoo: Initially contemplating sperm donation for childbirth, Zilis was persuaded by Musk to consider him as the donor, a proposal that aligned with Musk’s advocacy for procreation among the intellectually inclined.
“He really wants smart people to have kids, so he encouraged me to,” Zilis said.
When faced with the choice between an anonymous donor and Musk, whom she greatly admires, Zilis described the decision as straightforward.
“If the choice is between an anonymous donor or doing it with the person you admire more in the world, for me it was a pretty f***king easy decision,” she said.
This arrangement, according to Zilis, was also perceived as something that would “make him very, very happy.”
The thing is there are not enough people having babies. That is a symptom of the real problem. The real problem is that there is not enough love in the world. There’s not enough commitment to marriage.
Anyway, didn’t we already go down this road where we engineer society to produce certain types of people. Hmmm… how did that end?
Oh yeah.
Intelligence is one thing but that’s not the first consideration. Far from it. To me, goodness and holiness are a heckuva’ lot harder to find than intelligence. Intelligence without morals is like a race car without a steering wheel. You’re going to find yourself wrecked pretty quick.
Anyway, the thing is, children are the ultimate cosmic pot luck. You never know what you’re getting. Ever. Look at my wife and I. We are two highly intelligent, compassionate people and we’ve had a brood of paste eating circus monkeys as children. You never know. That’s the fun part.
Hmmm, maybe I’ll have my wife take an IQ test. That’ll make for a fun Valentine’s Day.
