Imagine for a moment you spend your life studying the greatest secrets of the universe. You enter a trance and find yourself ascended beyond your corporeal, human form. You awake in the spirit world, a golden gate in front of you. Once you pass through the intricate, golden threshold of that Higher Plane, take a left into that dark looking alley with all the Snickers wrappers and empty peanut butter jars. At the end is a guy in a baby Gap hoodie that's clearly too small for him. His name is Randall. Tell him you're here for the meaning of life. He will direct you back the way you came. Tell him you're here to have fun. He hands you a nice fresh PB&J, and directs you through the door behind him marked "Now Serving". You step into a room that smells like "new car" mixed with pizza. You see a bunch of people being stupid, but having a blast. You know you're in the right place. Welcome to the beautiful disaster.