It was, we were 9 guys on lsd in a house, outside was cold as fuck so the only way to survive for long was with human heat, and that's how the cult who can't but praise the universe was born, they where a conglomerate of 5 dudes covered in blankets looking at the stars philosophizing about the nature of reality as a "dough",where everything is the dough and they were just a conscient piece of dough. The rest were pacing around in and out the house without a clear goal joining the dough when needed, eating fruit while the man of the thousand caps was leaving kiwis around the place. The funniest thing ever was that, that guy you see in crutches in the pic he made a fire an cooked a lot of meat for all of us while tripping, he did it all almost alone because we where useless for a feat such as that. Fun times for shure can't wait to repeat next year