Why do people try to do "good"?  Some do it because they fear God's judgment.  Others do it because they believe it is just the "right" thing to do.  Still others do it because they simply love to do it. 
     However laudable--or not--these motives may be, perhaps they are missing a far more crucial point:  what is "good"?  Put another way, how do we, imperfect as we are, define perfection?  How do we, not consistently inclined to do the "right" thing, know what that "right" thing is?
     We love good, we love right, and we admire those who, in our eyes, do it.  And we should.  If the universe is indeed empty, however, how would we know, either way, what these mean?
     The full story has yet to be told . . .