The other day, I saw a snail, and wondered where it was going. The snail turned to me and spoke, in a crystal clear, booming voice, "There shall be a place where people can go. A place where it is acceptable to state the obvious, the random, the pink elephant in the living room that nobody wants to discuss. And hereforth, those people shall be called Randominians, and I shall be their leader". And he continued on his way, down the street, where I believe he was headed to the store to buy a carton of milk, as he was likely all out by then.
And so the religion of worshipping all that is random was formed. Offer a sacrifice to our god, the snail, and he shall bestow blessings and cartons of milk onto you and yours.