It's what we do. There was no other socially acceptable circumstance in which the children inside her were permitted to come out.
Love ends their long loneliness.
Perhaps the depth of love can be calibrated by the number of different selves that are actively involved in a given relationship. This world in arms is not spending money alone. It is spending the sweat of its laborers, the genius of its scientists, the hopes of its children. This is not a way of life at all in any true sense. Under the clouds of war, it is humanity hanging on a cross of iron.