As we say in the deeper yoga practice: it's all fun and games until someone loses an ego.
"Some people die at 25 but aren't buried until 75," sighed Ben Franklin, after a few glasses of laudanum and after inventing something like 4,000 life-changing devices and institutions by the time he was like, nine. So he gets to say that sort of thing.
Thus spake, similarly, Gandhi, and Buddha, and Lao Tzu, and Jesus and essentially all wise teachers and gurus planetwide who see the human species as simply a giant gaggle of lost children in desperate need of a divine slap across the ass of their karma so as to wake the hell up, right now, before it's too late.
It is ritual. The marker. The sign of movement. You get baptized. You get the bat mitzvah. You perform the hardcore tribal thing with the face paint and the fire and the lions. You drop the hallucinogens and wander for 30 days in the jungle, communing with the specters of the gods. Hey, whatever works.
Works for me! Where do I sign up?