Few individuals of any race murder for pleasure. There are perfectly adequate reasons to kill, though, reasons which might satisfy any philosopher. B… - Robert Sheckley

"We have sympathized with the misplaced obsessive emotionality you have thrown into your delusional activities.”
“What do you mean, ‘delusional’? I know what I’m doing!”
The priest shook his head gently. “Whatever you think is wrong. I suppose you feel that you live your own life and strive to achieve your goals?”
“Well, of course!”
“But that is not the case at all. Actually, you have no independent life of your own. You do not live, you are lived! You are a completely automatic mechanism with a built-in I-reflex. Your life has no meaning, since you are not even a person. You are nothing more than a short-lived, inconsistent, and accidental collection of tendencies. Your only possible relevance is as the unwitting vehicle for the purpose of bringing forth the Avatar.”

How does the fool build his paradise?—out of the crumbling bricks of illusion and the watery cement of hope.

It might have meant something, or it might not have. That was the thing about uncertainty, you were never sure.