While reading and discussing Flannery O'Connor's "Parker's Back" with my senior class:
There is never one answer to the question, "Why did he do that?" or even "Why did I do that?" The motivational matrix that underlies any human act is beautifully and irreducibly complex.
And I think few people have understood the religious implications of this as well as Flannery O'Connor.
Any thoughts on the impossibility of answering the question, "Why did you do that?"