We don't know why.
Or, in our post-modern / post-structuralist world; nothing is real, everything is relative, and reality therefore, is an infinite panorama of individualistic woe interminably engaged in stupefying, hair splitting, protestations of grief while remaining wilfully ignorant of anything vaguely reasoned or reasonably useful.
Well . . . , void of any usefulness beyond promoting our own idiosyncratic, onanistic, solipsistic, isolated irrelevancies to one another, that is!
i.e. Agent Smith was right: