If one could conclude as to the nature of the Creator from a study of his creation it would appear that God has a special fondness for stars and beetles.
I have come to the conclusion that my subjective account of my motivation is largely mythical on almost all occasions. I don't know why I do things.
While I do not suggest that humanity will ever be able to dispense with its martyrs, I cannot avoid the suspicion that with a little more thought and a little less belief their number may be substantially reduced.
Now my own suspicion is that the Universe is not only queerer than we suppose, but queerer than we can suppose.