Those are common queries among scribes who delve into this subject as relative outsiders. To be truthful, many of us are probably pencil-neck dweebs with childhood horror stories about being stuffed in lockers. We didn’t retaliate and now we tickle keyboards for a living.

If we fought, it was when we were little and didn’t know any better, when we battled household rivals because, dammit, he broke my Knight Rider toy. That’s long before we’re forced to conform and reluctantly acquiesce to the rules of acceptable behavior in the maturation process.

Rampage? Rampage and men like him are driven to find ways to stay outside of the safe house. Rampage fights because, as he told Samuels, “I have a samurai spirit. God made me to be a fighter.”

(Picture this: Upon our separate births, God touches his hand upon two babies and says in a deep, reverent tone, “Quinton, you will be a warrior, a man who will stand and battle men in tests of bravery and physical skill. … Josh, you will be the wussie who watches Quinton fight.”

Jackson’s samurai suggestion is type of refrain I’ve read in other pieces from the mouths of MMA pros. If it wasn’t God telling them, it was a voice urging them to challenge themselves. Or it was an internal drive to impose their will on another man. All of the reasons seem inborn, I think.

So, Rampage will fight on, even though his loss to Griffin set off a near-disastrous domino effect that ended his relationship with trainer Juanito Ibarra, sent him on a energy-drink binge, landed him in handcuffs and, later, in a summit with mental-health professionals.

Rampage will fight on, even though on Saturday at UFC 92 he’ll face a foe, Wanderlei Silva, who has throttled him twice before and would take pleasure in delivering another beatdown.

Rampage will fight on because it’s what he knows and what he does best. He has spent years fine-tuning his skills of destruction the same way businessmen or lawyers might attend seminars, trade secrets with contemporaries and put the information to use in the real world.

Rampage was born to fight and his life has been a perpetual search for the clash.

It’s fascinating. Even upper-class readers of a fancy magazine can appreciate the process.

As for me, I’ll remain a steadfast observer. That Smith Brother Ground and Pound was just too painful.