I've got to admit, the only explanation that I could ever come up with was that God must be a little nutty and/or masochistic. I mean, if a person came up to us and told us they were going all out for someone who didn't care about them, we'd tell them that was an unhealthy relationship that they should just walk away from. We'd point out all the logical and tactical reasons why this was a bad idea and a lost cause. We'd try to steer them away however we could. And if they even hinted that this ultimate display of love for the uncaring might involve hurting themselves, I think most of us would take away their sharp objects and try to get them to a professional. And yet, that's pretty much what God did for us. Something that would net a mortal a trip to a nice padded room.
Kind of pretzels your brain, doesn't it?