Am I creating (and sometimes unnecessarily wasting) microscopic creatures with a purpose, a mission, a thought process?
“Egg, egg, egg”, thinks Matt Ozoa.
Sentient? I wonder.
Salmon swimming up a dangerous stream indeed.
And what exactly would sperm think with?
If sperm could think, they’d all get to the egg–or at least refrain from trying to fertilize, frex, vaginal walls, the Fallopian tubes, and the uterine walls–all of which they do.
They have a purpose, but no mission and certainly no thought process.
I can’t believe I answered this 
LL
If they can’t think, how can they TRY to do things 
(too lazy to learn how to do a real smiley right now)
Lazarus,
You describe survival of the fittest. If every sperm were a genius, they still wouldn’t all reach the egg. Only the strong and the smart would survive the arduous journey.
I can’t remember whether it’s from a Woody Allen film or just a joke, But:
The cognizant sperm go through all the preparation of ejucalation (picture paratroopers about to deploy) only to realize it’s a blow job.
The answer is YES. I remember the story this old sperm told me about his youth. He was ejaculated and the whole pack swam forward as fast as they could. In a few minutes, he reached something big and white. He recalled that the ovum was supposed to be big and white. “Hi, ovum”, he said. “Idiot, I am a tooth”.