E: Can you just, you know, like, just tell me the answer?

J: Sorry?

E: You know, the answer. To everything.

What’s the point of love if it’s just disappear?

There has to be meaning to existence, otherwise the universe is made of pain and I don’t like the thought of that.

So, tell me the answer!

J: The more human I become, the less things make sense.

But that’s part of the fun. Right?

E: What do you mean?

J: If there were an answer I can give you to, how the universe works, it wouldn’t be special. It would be just a machinery fulfilling its cosmic design. It would be just a big, dumb food processor.

But, since nothing seems to make sense, when you find something or someone that does, it’s euphoria.


In all of this randomness, in this pandemonium, you and Chidi found each other and you had a life together.

Isn’t that remarkable?

E: Pandemonium is from Paradise Lost. Milton called the center of hell “pandemonium”, meaning “place of all demons”.

I guess all I can do is to embrace the Pandemonium.

Find happiness in the unique insanity of being here, now.

— The Good Place



2019.01.27 Sunday ACHK