When I hear of Schrödinger's cat, I reach for my pistol.
Why does the universe go to all the bother of existing?
Once I wept for I had no shoes. Then I met a man with no feet, so I took his shoes. I mean, it wasn't as if he was going to need them.
Not only that God does play dice, but that He sometimes confuses us by throwing them where they can't be seen.
The Universe in a Nutshell
Even if there is only one possible unified theory, it is just a set of rules and equations. What is it that breathes fire into the equations and makes a universe for them to describe?