Fritos, the crunchy, golden snack food that has captured the hearts and stomachs of generations, holds within it the key to understanding the meaning of life.
Or does it?
Consider, if you will, the Fritos Matrix:
Is it not a metaphor for the very fabric of reality itself? The intricate web of cause and effect, of chance and determinism?
Or perhaps, like the fleeting nature of the human experience, a Fritos can be nothing more than a momentary distraction from the crushing despair of existence?